Our farming neighbours have just had a lot of sheep stolen in the camp on the main road. The thieves were not content to just round them up, but also broke their legs to make sure they couldn’t run away. The very sad thing was that ten of these sheep were about to give birth in three days time and some of them must have gone into early labour from stress. The farmer had to shoot them as they were suffering. They have a photo of the ten dead full term lambs still in the sacs lying in a row on the grass.
Imagine what the farmer is thinking while he’s shooting his sheep.
- pointless and a waste
- intense anger
- fury (same as intense anger but added it, to prove a point!)
Farmers put up with a lot of abuse and actually get very little help from the SAP. This stock theft took place on Monday night. It was the third time in as many days. Why were the police not getting the message to patrol the area?
Farming is hard work these days. Profits are less, and work has doubled, costs have also doubled. It has its positive side by the lifestyle we live…but we pay a heavy price for it!
Today I went with John to learn about synchronizing sheep. We went to a neighbouring farm just up the road and joined a few other farmers. There I learnt to sponge a ewe. Sponge a what?
You take a sponge( one buys them prepackaged, with hormones and string), and insert in the huge plus/minus 25cm syringe, rub some antiseptic lubricant around the tips, inject .5ml of penicillin, and then with your right hand covered with a latex glove, one takes ones finger taps it on the vulva, insert a finger in the vagina, to relax the sheep and then you insert the syringe about two-thirds of the way (like a Tampon) and use the plunger inside the syringe to push the sponge into the sheep. It then dangles a piece of string half way out (like a Tampon) to be pulled out in two weeks time. At first I was horrified and then once I’d done one, I loved it. So interesting AND I learnt something new. You have to work in clean conditions and sterilise the syringe between each application.It isn’t at all painful or uncomfortable for the ewes. It is a little tricky to do the maiden ewes (virgins or ewes that haven’t given birth yet).
The sponge releases the hormone and starts synchronizing the sheep to cycle at the same time. The farmer then puts in “Teaser” rams that tease the sheep. These rams shoot blanks and they are used purely to make the ewe horny, for lack of a better word. After a few days the farmer puts in the real rams. By this time the ewes are climbing the walls and the rams are able to cover the ewes with very little effort! The sheep fall pregnant and lamb down at the same time….thus the technique is called synchronizing!
So you’ve learnt something and I’ve learnt something. Next time John speaks about this I’ll know what he’s talking about!
So my husbands gone to a sheep day with some fellow farmers about 2 and a half hours drive away. I’m weighing tomorrow, so this means less schlepp about food if he isn’t here and I can eat what I like. He’s pretty damn good about eating whatever is put in front of him, but if it’s just me then I can eat provita’s etc. No fuss with vegies. The kids can have maccers and cheese.
Am still sick and felt so tearful yesterday. Even got emotional in Private Practise and Brothers and Sisters. That Nora and Brody! Just get it on already.
Yesterday I planned what to write in today’s blog. It was witty, amusing and clever. Well I’ll be damned if I can remember what it was.
I have a textbook cold. It’s a head cold. Blocks and filters whining, nagging and moaning. I can hear my kids somewhere in the crevices of my brain, echoing in the left side of the farm-house. I swear I can even hear music playing softly. Sway sway sway. Then I hear it …and now I don’t.
The tooth mouse visited here last night and dropped off 2o South African Rond for Aidan’s tooth. Such a sweet boy. He placed the tooth in his slipper (that he refuses to wear), filled an egg cup with water for the mouse and sprinkled raisins on the floor. Guess who tossed the water and shoveled the raisins in her mouth? ……………….yes, correct! You win first prize.
Yesterday’s highlight was Molly bringing me a little flower she painted at school. She painted it all herself. Aunty B says she’s gripping the paintbrush with better control now and loves painting. I made a big fuss of her although I can’t be sure she understood. She gave me a beautiful smile.
Going back to the slipper that Aidan refuses to wear. He only started wearing shoes this year really. He’s owned lots of pairs of shoes but would never wear them. I don’t fuss, they’re his feet. If he wants to look like a tinker in town that’s his problem. I swear I used to avert my gaze and walk a little faster and a few paces in front. His feet are a magnet for thorns. We mine for thorns about every two weeks. Thank goodness for Germoline and plasters.
Even though the farmer isn’t here today, I still have paperwork to do and chores to complete. Never a dull moment in this house…