Spring has well and truly sprung at my Dads and there are baby animals everywhere. And I mean, everywhere!
On arrival we say hello to the ducks. Hello ducks!
And go on the best kind of Easter egg hunt:
Hello to the week-old chicks which we named The Three Degrees:
They’re so funny and grow at an incredible, almost visible rate. Overnight the little comb above the beak began to appear:
Too cute not to have another picture and you can see their feathers appearing through the fluff:
Hello to the puppies. This little fella is a few weeks old; his eyes are open and he’s finding his feet and wobbling around:
I fell in love with this white faced chap who appears to be sleepy most of the time:
The latest litter are just over a week old and their eyes are still closed. They make the most delightful squeaking sounds and snuggle in together, and on top of one another!
It’s not usual for Dad to have so many puppies so I made the most of as many puppy cuddles as possible. Handling the pups is actually really important so they become accustomed to human contact and voices as they will be heading off to new homes before too long. This beautiful lady is a month old and will be staying with Dad for training:
Bottle feeding the orphans next. Dad shepherds two flocks of Herideans, distinctive by their dark brown fleeces which are almost jet black on the lambs. There’s only two orphans this year which is really good especially as a number of ewes had triplets. This one lost it’s Mum and has been adopted by an old ewe and her lamb who Dad moved to the house yard pens to keep an eye on her. All three are doing well:
This little bundle is just a few days old and was rejected by Mum who had twins and only wanted to look after one. The lamb is having trouble learning how to suckle and isn’t getting enough food. She’s very wobbly and weak and has been moved into her own luxury pen with heating until she gets her strength up:
We head out to move the Tups across the road to new grazing. They are ruled by their bellies (and testosterone), so the promise of food makes the move fairly straightforward:
Over to feed the ewes and see the lambs. As soon as they see Dad they start gathering:
I love this next picture with all the different coloured fleeces. As the ewes are feeding, the lambs indulge in some serious playtime and start preparing for Lamb Derby which is where they are all scooting off to:
They herd in big groups and race in circles around the field:
Mr K managed to get some video footage of them as they run around bleating at each other. It’s a bit shaky and starts off the wrong way up but just hang in there:
Such a lovely and magical Spring weekend. This was my childhood and it’s always a pleasure to go back to it.