Single hen

[maxhen]

Believe me I am not usually so quick...

Don;t quite know what came over me - probably anger.

[buffie]

Yes I suffer from that too

 

BBx

[The Dogmother]

Well said Helen! I have to admit to getting the 'red mist' thing every now and then too

[Mel (& Paul)]

She scares the life out of us

 

 

No, not really - we love you Helen - and there's many a time I wished you were with me to say what I want to say but dont have the corouge too )and the woggles love you even more

 

We're getting our lamb on Thursday 2nd and will be trying some of it out over the weekend - I'll let you know how we get on - and then you and Iain (and your woggles) can come over and try it. Except for you. Cos you are vegetarian

[maxhen]

That sounds nice......

 

(I'll try not to be too scarey then...... )

 

The dogs only love me because I smell so interesting in a doggy kind of way I hasten to add. I smell even better tonight as I went to my field at the livery yard with the hounds and ended up cuddling some of the orphan lambs and bottle feeding one that is a little poorly. So lamb poo and bottle milk are added to the usual mix.......

[The Dogmother]

Ooo,little lambs, good job I didn't see them

[maxhen]

They are sooooo sweet. The orphans charge across their pen making high pitched baa noises and wriggling their ears. One being cuddled yesterday (it is becoming a habit and I only just fit in some agility training..... ) had this little toothy grin on her face......

 

The ewes that were last years lambs have not forgotten what the bottles hold either - they were quite outraged that I was taking away one with a tiny drop left in it that poorly lamb did not want...

Bless

[The Dogmother]

oh Helen. We try to go an feed the orphan lambs when we go to Norfolk in the spring, I never whether to laugh at their antics, or cry because they set my mothering hormones off

 

Phil goes and says 'put the lamb down, turn round and walk away...' Having said that he finds them as cute as I do!

[Mel (& Paul)]

I'm with you there Helen - dont really do perfume. More a kind of eau de dog/chicken poo/powdered garlic/liver cake/river

 

When I was tiny weeny (and I'm not much taller now - note I say taller not bigger ) my parents had two orphaned lambs to look after - flopsy and mopsy. I remember them clearly - and then they went away - to a lamb farm if I remember what my parents told me