Friday, November 4, 2011
Here's "Bentley", AKA "Birch Branch 30," our new ram.
Bentley motored over from Pittston today, albeit in the back of an ordinary American farm pick-em-up truck, not a swanky British motorcar.
He had scratched his nose somewhere along the way, and so had to be sprayed with Blue-Cote, but other than that he seems fine and certainly has a suitable set of equipment dangling behind.
I say suitable, because Mr. Bentley is what you might call a journeyman, and he has a journeyman's job of work to do, which is to impregnate the four ewes that we have ready to breed this season.
(There are two "granny" ewes, Tillie and Jewel, and four baby ewes, but they all have to be kept away from Mr. Bentley, lest he molest the yearlings before their time, and so he doesn't trouble the grannies.)
Of course, the arrival of a new ram was cause for some stir among the ewes.
"Hello sailor!" "Why don't you come up and look at my hay sometime?"
Unfortunately, the grannies led the pack.
Dirty old ladies. At their age, too.