A Nameless Ram and Four Bucket Heads
We bought a new ram last week. (We sold Erik in the fall because we needed some new genes.)This guy, recently sheared, is 3/4 Corriedale, 1/8 Arcott-Rideau, and 1/8 mystery sheep. He has a sweet face, and we hope he’ll enhance our already lovely fleece.
Anyone have ideas for a name? In the past we’ve had Rudy, Otis, Andy, Duncan, Perfect Tommy (Buckaroo Banzai fans will know who this is,) and Erik. We’re open to suggestions!
The calves are ready to be weaned, and will soon be out on pasture full time (sorry, guys, no barn to hide in when it rains—besides, you all need baths.) So to celebrate their last few days of milk, I caught them in their favorite activity before I let them out of the barn to graze the rest of the day: Wearing their milk buckets as hats.
To make sure they get every drop, the calves convert their milk buckets to bucket hats. They tip their heads back, heads buried in the bucket, sucking for the last drop of milk. There is much banging in the barn until we wrestle the buckets off their heads.
And when the bucket’s empty and the milk’s gone? Where can you find more milk? On the muzzle of the guy next to you. Numbers 1 and 2 suck face after every meal. Why waste perfectly good milk?
And here’s the final word from Pumpkin: “My mom went to Petco to buy grooming shears and all I got was this dumb haircut.”