Today was the day, finally, that we separated the ram lambs (who are now 4 1/2 months old.) Yes, that is way too long and I can only hope that they still aren't tall enough to have done the deed. Moose, who lost her lamb in mid March would be the shortest ewe whom they may have been able to reach. The boys just aren't that big, maybe around 50 pounds and not that tall.
But they sure aren't happy being separated from the rest of the flock.
They spent the afternoon crying to get out and crashing into the cattle panels. Their mom didn't seem to be bothered much by the whole thing. She does seem a bit out of sorts this evening at feeding time. She is now in a different stall and doesn't seem to know what to do with herself. But she still has a good appetite and she and her lambs can still lay up against each other at the fence if they want.
Soon the boys, soon to be joined by rams 0004 and 0006, will be moved to the pasture across the stream to spend the summer grazing before going to visit Iceland in the fall.
Weaning is the worst time! I dread having to separate my little bucks and hope to have them all sold when it's time!
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