Every good story needs a beginning, middle, and end.
Here’s the story of two bottle lambs that live on pasture with their moms, but get a bottle from me twice a day. (I tried embedding the videos in the blog post, but blogger went bonkers, so the best I can do is provide the links. Gaack.)
Beginning:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_sahDOpJDE
Middle:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEDugl3VaQs
End:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Am9fv0-7Kf4
This weekend I leave for my annual writing retreat with 9 other writers on a tiny island in Rainy Lake, between MN and Canada. I say ‘annual,’ but I missed last year, and the year before, so I’m really ready to ‘retreat’ this year. I wish a week of calm reflection for all of you as July races by.
Melissa will be in charge of the farm.
Hope she can handle it. 🙂
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Your bottle lambies are adorable. You’d think they’d get an upset tummy or the hiccups or choke eating as fast as they do. Your description of them waddling back to their mothers was appropriate. I could almost hear the milk sloshing in their tummies.
Hope you have a wonderfully creative, re-energizing, relaxing (?) retreat. How long do you go for? (Okay, Ms. Writer, “for how long do you go?”)
This was great! Love the slurps!
Mama Pea…am gone for a week. I’m worried Melissa won’t feed herself, even though I’ve left her stuff in the fridge. She forgets to eat… Hope GM has been having better weather than we have…
Okay, I’ll bite. Why are you bottle feeding lambies who have mommas???
I miss *my* babies! 🙂
Just finished sheepish, sitting here in my favorite chair telling myself that it’s okay to take a nap, but first I want to find your blog. What a treat to see two lambs in action, like bonus tracks at the end of an album.
I am working on my masters degree and had to put my wheels and fiber away so that I could focus on studying, nut I miss it so. Your writing gave me an easy way to tap into my fiber freakishness without dragging it all down out of the attic. Thank You.
And socks really are the mist fun to knit.
Leigh Ann—One lamb’s mom didn’t have milk for a few days—very difficult birth—so we fed him. Her milk came back, but she didn’t have enough, so we continued to feed him.
The other lamb was a triplet, and wouldn’t get enough milk, so we started her on the bottle right away. But instead of bringing her into the barn where she’d be alone, it was better to leave her with her mom and the flock.
Kirsten, I can see how fiber could interfere with homework—glad I could give you a few vicarious fiber moments!