Flynn is getting to be a big boy now. Technically he’s old enough to wean, but I’m still a little nervous about putting him in with all those older boys by himself. He’s not a bit nervous, mostly I think because he’s forgotten that time he squeezed through the fence and got chased all over the field by his curious big brothers.
“Hi, Dad! Can I come play with you and the other boys?”
The boys are always so eager to move over with the rams, until I actually move them and they realize it means leaving their mothers behind. Then they’re not so happy about it, and there is much crying, until they get over it and run off to play Splendid Games with the other boys, most of which are variations on “Let’s slam our heads really hard against this!” or “Let’s climb on that and push each other off!”
“Is Flynn coming to play?”
That’s an awful lot of horns, Flynn. I think you better stay with your mother a little longer.
Speaking of mothers, I’m still not sure what’s going on with Duchess’ randomly appearing udder development. My money is on false pregnancy, but you never know with her. If anyone could get bred through the fence it’d be her.
“Shhh, I’m being very mysterious…”
Lady has no patience with Duchess’ drama. She firmly tells Duchess to be mysterious on her own time and stop blocking the road. The “road” is just a worn footpath (hoofpath?) in the middle of an open field; Lady could just go around her, but no. Butting Duchess in the rear to tell her to keep walking seems like a much better solution.
“Keep moving! I want breakfast and you’re holding up traffic!”
I don’t know why they prefer to walk single-file all the time, but they do. They have their little paths established for walking from one place to another, and they usually don’t stray from them until they actually start grazing. Usually they won’t even pass each other except in one or two places where there’s a “passing zone” worn into the grass.
Nova has pretty much weaned Flynn, though she still has moments of protectiveness. I think she knew I was thinking about moving him, because she was hovering a lot more this morning than has been usual lately.
“Stay with me, Baby. You’re too little to play with those hooligans in the ram pen!”
The most rowdy of those “hooligans” are her four other sons, but Nova’s not thinking about that. Flynn is the newest and therefore the best. She even thought about taking Angel to task for fighting with Flynn this morning, which she hasn’t done in weeks.
“Don’t hit my baby!”
“He’s annoying! And I’m the boss!”
Ultimately, she decided if Flynn wanted to pick fights with Angel he couldn’t really complain if he got knocked down, and went to say hi to her friend Watcher. They have a strange, long-standing tradition of licking each other’s heads through the fence going back to when they were both babies. It’s probably unsanitary, but there’s no point in trying to get them to stop, and I’m sure they’ve both done more unsanitary things than that, so I let them do what they want.
Flynn and Angel, on the other hand are definitely Not Friends. At all. Not even a little bit. They have a tradition (though not a long one, given Flynn’s just barely three months old) of banging their heads together really hard, and not in the friendly, playful way. Angel seems to be growing out of her obnoxious adolescent stage of butting everything she sees, but Flynn is the exception. In her defense, he is a bit annoying with his persistent crush on her.
“He needs to go over with the boys Right Now! I’m the boss and I say so!”
But Flynn isn’t discouraged. I’m not sure it’s possible to discourage a ram lamb.
“She only hits me ’cause she likes me!”
Whatever you say, Flynn. I don’t know why you couldn’t pick nice, safe Duchess for your hopeless baby-crush like all the other ram lambs did, but if you like the warrior type Angel better I guess that’s your business.
He better enjoy all that baby-flirting while he can, because his days in the ewe pen are definitely numbered.