It's Saturday and the temptation to stay in my pajamas and remain in the apartment was tough to resist...but the dogs have to go out and I want to check for lambs. I pull a sweater on over the pink flannels Mia gave me for Christmas. As I tiptoe through the sea of fleeces lying prone on the barn floor, I hear a knocking on wood at the end of the barn. Tommy-Boy throwing his weight around again, I thought. I don't usually go all the way to the other end, but I wanted to see how the round bales were holding up. There I saw Shavaun, upside down and stuck on her back like a turtle. This is a deadly position for a sheep to get into. They often can't get up and can't breathe. I've never lost a sheep this way, and don't want to. Shavaun had the added disadvantage of her heavy pregnant belly, acting like weights on either side of her - twins? Luckily she was near a wall and kicked with her legs to make noise - and I heard her. I pulled her hind and fore leg toward me, swung her around and she jumped up. What a relief - she shook herself, like a wet dog, and took a long pee. I checked outside - the smorgasbord is underway, with sheep, llamas and goats munching away on the round bales. Oh, how I wish I had a tractor to place one round bale at a time on the platform of a round bale feeder - so much more efficient than rolling the bales into mud.
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