It seems that the dogs have learned that it is fun to chase and bite sheep. We are up to 3 serious bite wounds. Sally (Franken-ewe) is doing her usual I-hurt-so-I-hide routine. I am seriously spending the few daylight hours trying to find her. My husband found her one day, but my stupidity let her back out, and then he left me to get her back in by myself.
After struggling to lift her into a wheel barrow and thinking I was going to pull her leg right off (it's that bad), I just built her another one of my make-do shelters, shot her up with penicillin, fed her high energy food and try to hydrate her with electrolytes. Last night, I went out to do a repeat performance, but she'd moved herself, and I just couldn't find her. We have too many little hidey-holes in the subtropical forest.
I am battling with maggots on the two ram lambs. I clean it out each night, but there is no way to bandage where these wounds are and it being the end of summer, the flies are fierce. Even fly spray isn't working.
It's been discouraging and really, really disgusting.
We don't have the heart to put down the dog, who is 11 but healthy, but he is being tied up for the first time in his life. It's probably too sentimental. I am not a person who thinks the dog is a person, but he's an oldish dog.
With my husband not working, money is a problem - and part of me is thinking I should just sell the sheep. He doesn't want to sell any of them or eat any of them and I could use the money I am spending caring for them on other bills. I like how short they keep the pasture grass, and of course, for the first three weeks, lambs are wonderful, but sometimes, they are just discouraging. That would mean I would also have to sell the horse, and put the other one down or out to pasture in the south of this island (another expense) because he is just not doing as well as I would like.
It's been a long discouraging season on the animal front.
Oops, there goes the bell for the end of lunch - time to get to class!