The weather has been in the fifties the past two days! Today is cloudy, but I’ll forgive that since it’s warm enough to stay outside longer than strictly necessary. It’s supposed to get cold again after today, but I’m pretending I don’t know that.
“Hey ShepherdPerson, if you have crunchies bring them up here, I’m honestly too comfortable to get up and beg for them…”
The boys on their noon break, chewing their breakfast. The girls usually don’t settle down to ruminate until about 1 or 2 in the afternoon. I was a bit curious about why they were all laying outside the door of the Clubhouse, but then a particularly strong gust of wind blew the tarp up for a second and I saw why.
“My Clubhouse. Mine. This whole Clubhouse is only mine.”
That’s as good a reason as any to stay outside, I think. Duke was doing really well, settling down into his not-in-rut persona of Duke the Lazy Mini-Buffalo, but about 5 o’clock yesterday afternoon he decided to go back to being Duke the Jerk Nobody Likes. Boo, Duke.
Last year when Duke had a “relapse” I’d just move Barney over with the girls for a few days until Duke was ready to behave himself, but I can’t dump a ram (even a nice one like Liam) and two wethers on the girls right when they’re getting ready to lamb, so I guess they’ll just have to deal with Duke the best they can.
According to the calendar Princess should lamb first. She’s due on the 18th, with a possible lambing window of about a week to either side of that date. If she makes it to the 18th I’ll be surprised. She looks like she could go into labor any time now. All the signs of imminent lambing are there, and she’s glowing with the new life inside her.
“I am not amused. I’m hungry. I can’t walk without waddling. I’m hungry. I blame you. Where’s my food? Why’d we need more lambs anyway?”
Did I say glowing? I meant glowering. Motherhood is not her favorite thing, even if she does like having Nova around.