Author: Nicole Doyle

A few years ago, one of our sheep (the lovely Vera) developed an allergy to sunlight.  At first we weren’t sure what was causing her skin flare ups, but after careful monitoring and a couple of vet visits it transpired that she had become photosensitive.

The most likely cause of photosensitivity – in Vera’s case at least – was probably a plant she had eaten.  The three main phototoxic plants in our part of the world are St John’s Wort, Bog Asphodel, or one of the umbelliferous plants containing “furanocoumarins” such as  Hogweed or Angelica.

As we don’t have St John’s Wort or Bog Asphodel we thought the most likely culprit was Angelica.  We have plenty of it on our pastures, it grows in damp shade which we have plenty of as well.  Similar-looking to Cow Parsely, Angelica is an elegant plant with a long tap root and clouds of tiny white flowers atop a tall stem.

So I came up with a plan to dig it out.  After a scoot around I noticed it grew in clumps in three of our fields, all very localised.  I estimated it would probably take me a week of digging for a couple of hours a day.

Unfortunately, as with many great plans, the reality turned out to be a little different.  As I started digging I discovered I’d wildly underestimated the amount of Angelica we had.  Not only that, Angelica has an enormous tap root.  Digging out each plant was a major operation and just removing one plant took absolutely ages.  To boot, I had to remove the entire root system and take care not to leave any fragments in the soil – pretty much impossible given the size of it.  Angelica is one of those clever plants which can regenerate from even the teeniest piece of root, rather like Dandelion or Ground Elder.

After two days of digging and some colourful language I didn’t know I knew, I admitted defeat.  Slightly miffed because I’m not one to give up easily, I trudged back to the house with my spade.  A thought occurred to me as I walked across the fields, perhaps there was no point in removing the Angelica.  I wasn’t 100% sure, but I had a feeling that once you developed photosensitivity you had it for life.  I put that thought on the backburner.  In hindsight I should have pursued this further but isn’t hindsight a wonderful thing?   Once back at the house I put the kettle on at the sound of which Adrian popped out of his study and we had a chat.  We didn’t have a ‘Plan B’ so we decided all we could do was monitor Vera and see if she improved once the summer fizzled out.  Thankfully this is exactly what happened – as autumn blew in, Vera’s “itchies” became a distant memory.

But, the following summer, round about the middle of May, Vera’s “itchies” returned.  She had good days and not so good days depending on how sunny it was.  On cloudy days she trundled around grazing with the flock.  But on sunny days she hid in one of the field shelters we have dotted around.  We took to giving her daily check-ups and applied udder-cream to her un-woolled parts, mainly the backs of her legs, ears and bottom which she seemed to enjoy.  If she was especially itchy we gave her a steroid.  In June when it came round to shearing we decided not to have her done with the rest of the flock.  Instead I carefully removed her fleece myself using hand-shears so I could leave a covering of wool on her to protect her from the sun.   We also took into account her mood.  Vera’s a placid sheep and isn’t phased by much, even on bad days she remained in good spirits.  She took to “baa’ing” if she spotted us coming into the field with her pot of udder cream as if to say ‘Cooeee! I’m over here!’  But all the while in the backs of our minds we knew there might be a day when we’d have to make a difficult decision.  Thankfully that never happened, perhaps because the summers here in SW Scotland aren’t too hot and are relatively short, so we carried on taking care of Vera in this manner summer after summer.

This year however something made us stop and think.  We had the hottest spring on record; six weeks of unbroken sunshine and soaring temperatures.  But strangely, Vera was absolutely fine, trundling around with the flock, no hiding away in shelters and no ‘itchies’.  We had always assumed that Vera was permanently photo-sensitive, end of story.  But now it occurred to us that perhaps she was only photosensitive while she had access to Angelica.

I promptly went down a google rabbit hole where I discovered that photosensitivity isn’t necessarily permanent.  In most cases it is only temporary and resolves once the offending plant is removed.  Inspired, I whizzed over to the fields to see if there was any Angelica growing.  It was mid-April and I was pretty sure it didn’t get going until May.  I inspected the damp areas it usually grew in and sure enough there were only a few young plants starting to show through.  What with the abundant grass everywhere there was a good chance Vera hadn’t been down to the damp areas and scoffed any naughty plants yet.  I didn’t want to get my hopes up but it was looking like her photosensitivity might not be as permanent as we’d thought.

But what to do about the Angelica?  Attempting to dig it out again would be depressingly reminiscent of Groundhog Day.  There were clumps of it in three of our fields where otherwise there’s excellent grazing.  We couldn’t  just shut the gates and deny our sheep all that pasture.  I thought about cracking open some Glyphosate but I’m not keen on chemicals, plus Angelica likes to grow in soggy soil and I didn’t like the idea of spraying near water.  I also reckoned Angelica would need more than one squirt as it’s a pretty vigorous plant.  So I had a cup of tea which is always helpful at times like this.  Fortunately a few minutes into my cuppa inspiration hit, I would put up some temporary fencing.  Sheep netting in other words!

After rummaging in the shed getting covered in cobwebs I finally located some rolls of sheep netting.  After a couple of mornings’ work putting netting around the offending plants it was time time to say ‘job done’!

We are now into June and so far Vera hasn’t had any ‘itchies’.  We don’t want to count our chickens, but we are quietly hopeful that Vera might have an easier time of it this summer.

 

 

 

Our sheep love nothing better than the springtime when they come off hay and move onto fresh, juicy grass.  Perhaps it’s the excitement of being back on grass after months of hay, or perhaps its their digestive systems re-adjusting or both, but all that fresh forage means some of our teddy bears get messy bottoms at this time of the year.

Thankfully the messy bottom situation only lasts a couple of weeks until the little darlings get used to grass again.  However, one of our teddies, Witchy, gets a messy bottom all through the spring and summer.  She’s been like this ever since she was a lamb and regularly trimming the wool around her backside is one my summer jobs.  A messy bottom is a magnet for flies, particularly the blowfly which can cause flystrike, a potentially deadly situation for our woolly friends.

Although Witchy is a perky little sheep with the neatest bikini line in the flock, we do worry that with her scouring she might not be absorbing nutrients as well as she should be.  Every so often we check her inner eyelids for signs of anemia and we frequently condition-score her to make sure she’s not under weight.

We’ve often wondered why Witchy is so prone to scours.  When she was a lamb we gave her antibiotics to save her life so it could be her gut microbiome never fully recovered.  Over the years we’ve given Witchy various probiotic powders as well as kaolin powder.  But nothing has made any difference.

Then, a couple of years ago I was googling ‘sheep gut health’ and I found an interesting article about something called ‘cud transfaunation’.  This is where you take a wodge of cud from a healthy sheep (along with zillions of healthy gut bacteria), and pop it into the mouth of your poorly sheep (or in this case Witchy).  The idea being that the healthy bacteria recolonise in the gut of the recipient sheep.  I couldn’t wait to try this, you can read about it here.  Unfortunately though, my efforts didn’t pay off, when spring came round, Witchy’s bottom was back to her default setting.

Last year, I decided to put Witchy on alfalfa-beet supplements (the same as her OAP friends get).  She’s not quite an OAP yet, but I thought that as she entered the autumn of her life she would benefit from some extra nutrition.  The result being Witchy has been in ‘the green bucket club’ for just over a year now and has done very well on it.

This spring however she came out of winter looking quite skinny despite her daily buckets.  As the grass was coming through we monitored her for a few weeks hoping she’d put on weight naturally, but she didn’t.  We upped her bucket rations and added in chopped up apples and carrots which she gobbled up happily.  But although perky, she still didn’t put on any weight.  We were flummoxed.  There had to be something else going on.  The three things which sprang to mind were:  Johne’s disease, worms and fluke.  We parked the Johne’s thought temporarily and pondered worms and fluke.  Older sheep shouldn’t need regular worming (as long as they’re not in-lamb), they build natural resistance to worms as they age.  But with Witchy not being the thriftiest of sheep there was a chance she’d contracted worms over the winter.  Fluke was a possibility too as unfortunately sheep don’t build resistance to fluke ever.

I called the vet to double check and they agreed that worming and fluking her would be a good idea.  A few minutes later I was in the car whizzing off to the vet’s to collect the various potions.

As soon as I got home I kidnapped Adrian for half an hour.  I wanted Adrian to hold Witchy steady while I gave her her meds.  I didn’t want to spill any of her precious medicine because I only had the exact doses and no more.  Miraculously we got everything down her with zero spillages, hooray!

Wormers are fast acting and sure enough the following day Witchy was looking brighter.  She spent the day busily grazing with a new sense of purpose.  Within a few days she had already started to fill out a little bit.

Inspired by Witchy I also had a new sense of purpose, I decided to revisit ‘sheep gut health’.  Truth be told I wasn’t keen on the idea of having to worm her regularly.  Pouring meds down her throat wasn’t getting to the root of the problem, I decided this was going to be the year I would sort out her digestive issue once and for all.

My plan was to rope in the vet to help me do another cud transfaunation.  I had a niggling feeling I hadn’t got enough cud from my doner sheep the last time I tried it, probably owing to the risk of losing fingers in the process.  But when I presented my idea to the vet she suggested an easier option; ‘Yakult’.  Apparently calves do well on it so there was a good chance it would work for sheep.  I was pretty sure I’d already tried Witchy on Yakult and it hadn’t made any difference.  But I thought I might as well give it another go.  I wondered how much I should buy so before leaving for the shops so I quickly googled ‘how long should I take Yakult for?’.  And bingo!!  This mini google while I was half way out the door turned out to be one of those eureka moments …

What I discovered was that you should take probiotics for a good few weeks, not just the once, especially if you have a microbiome imbalance that needs correcting. This was a light bulb moment for me because in the past I’d only ever given Witchy just the one dose of probiotics.  But (and this now makes perfect sense to me) you have to give the healthy gut bacteria time to recolonise which obviously takes a few weeks of regular dosing.

Armed with this new knowledge I bought a couple of week’s worth of Yakult and then had a little fridge re-shuffle to make room for it.

Witchy has been on Yakult now for a couple weeks and is doing amazingly well.  She has a 65 ml bottle every day.  After only a few days I witnessed a miracle, Witchy popped out a perfectly formed specimen made up of little pellets, hooray!

Witchy is continuing to blossom and her bottom is now always perfectly clean (which we still can’t quite believe).  But most unexpectedly of all, she seems to have a new air about her, she’s much calmer and will happily stand and daydream while we give her gentle back scratches.  In the past she was always on the skittish side.  This is no longer the case at all.  Her whole demeanour has shifted to one of a more relaxed and mellow sheep.  I believe there’s a lot of truth in what they say about a healthy gut microbiome positively affecting your mood because Witchy is testament to that.

 

 

 

Last April we noticed some of our elderly sheep (the 12 year olds) had come out of winter looking a bit slimmer than we liked.  So after a bit of research we came up with a plan – daily buckets containing a mixture of soaked alfalfa-beet and meadow grass pellets.

This is our first experience with looking after elderly sheep so we didn’t know if the supplement would make much of a difference nor how long it would take before we would see results.

We needn’t have worried, within about six weeks our three skinny girls began to blossom and put on condition.  We were thrilled with the results, especially with Sparkle whose natural body shape has always been on the roly poly side.

All through the spring we continued giving the girls their daily rations.  In fact we ended up adding three more ladies to the ‘green bucket club’.

Contrary to what people think, sheep are really intelligent.  At first the whole flock would come running over at the sight of me and my buckets.  But within a couple of weeks this dwindled down to just the odd cheeky teddy bear trying her luck.  This made life a lot easier.  Soon the flock learned who got a bucket and who didn’t and the only barging that went on was between the six elderly ladies themselves thinking their neighbour’s bucket was tastier than their own.

We meant to wean the girls off their buckets by mid-summer or once they’d gained condition, but somehow, not sure how it happened truth be told, we carried on giving them their buckets all through the summer into the autumn, and then into the winter.

Now we’re into April again and the six girls have come through winter with barely any loss of condition, hooray!

On a side note, we are extra pleased we’ve found this supplement because we had a poorly sheep last week.  Star, is one of ‘the oldies’ but has always been a robust sheep and not yet a member of the ‘green bucket club’.  She had separated herself off from the flock (not a good sign), and was standing in the shed with her head down (definitely not a good sign).  We rang the vet for advice but in the meanwhile we gave her some soaked alfa-beet with chopped carrot to spark up her appetite.  Three days later and she is back with the flock happy as Larry.  We’re not sure what was wrong with Star, nor if she would have made a recovery without the supplement but it’s a comfort to know the sheep enjoy it even when they’re not feeling very well and have little appetite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Running a smallholding seems to involve a lot of muck shovelling.  Especially during the winter when the little darlings spend much of their time mooching around the shed, the paddock and the hay feeders.

With the increase in hoof-fall, these areas soon become very mucky.  So, every afternoon I pull on my gloves, my wellies and my dungarees, get my bucket and rake and have a good clean up.  I collect the dung from the shed and the area around the feeders.  Then I scoop up any large deposits left around the paddock.  Finally, I scatter bedding down around the shed and the feeders.

This is all quite labour intensive, but I do it willingly because there are loads of positives.

Obviously, there’s the welfare factor in keeping the sheep areas clean.  The sheep don’t enjoy trudging through muck any more than we do.  But over the years we’ve found that (in particular) keeping the area around the hay feeders clean has resulted in our teddy bears having hardly any foot rot.  No more limping and no Alamycin jabs, hooray!  When we started out as smallholders we often had foot problems during the winter.  We thought that was just how it was with sheep, but we can really see the difference now.

The other positive is that garden is happy.  We have a large heap of manure in the corner of the garden absolutely bursting full of worms.  The roses and veggies can’t get enough of it and it’s really satisfying knowing we can feed the garden ‘for free’.

Last year however the badgers got lucky and found the muck heap.  For the last few months they’ve been making regular nightly visits to the ‘worm buffet’ and having a lovely time, scattering manure in all directions.  On several occasions on the morning dog walk we’ve even spotted a badger curled up in the shed next to the heap snatching forty winks after late night shenanigans.

In the autumn we decided enough was enough and we made the painful decision to move the heap.  We were fed up with cleaning up after the badgers.  Furthermore, they were decimating our precious compost worms.  Given the size of the heap and that we had more than enough for our own uses we decided to create a communal heap half a mile down the track which our neighbours could use too.

So we hitched up the trailer and made several journeys back and forth from the old heap to the new.  But no matter how many trips we made the original heap still seemed enormous.

Next, Adrian set up two large compost bins next to the veggie patch.  Several trailer loads later we’d filled the bins but still the pile of manure loomed.

Not to be deterred, we mulched the polytunnel and the veggie patch which took another couple of weekends and several more trailer loads.

Last weekend we rolled up our sleeves and mulched along the track where we have 30 hungry roses.  We piled it on thick, not just to keep the roses happy, but to smother the grass and weeds growing up around them.

At long last and about six months after starting this mammoth task, we’ve made a dent in the heap.  It’s about half as big as it was originally, but the best news is that with all the disruption, the badgers have decided to go and party elsewhere!

 

Now we’re a month into winter we’ve moved the little darlings onto hay again.  Although there’s still grass on the hills and the flock trundle round grazing, the grass lacks nutritional content and isn’t sweet and tasty like it is in the summer.

For the last few winters we’ve been really lucky getting in small square bales of hay which are perfect for smallholdings.  They’re easy to store and carry around, much more so than the huge round bales that large farms use.  The huge round bales are only moveable by tractor and we don’t have a tractor.  (Well, we used to have one and it was useful when we had cows, but since we sold the cows we stopped using the tractor so we sold it).

This year however we hit a problem.  At the beginning of October, feeling very organised I pinged an email to our suppliers to arrange our first load of bales for November.  Only to be told that they’re no longer doing small bales, yikes!

I clicked into action.  There aren’t many smallholdings around here and not much call for small bales, but there are plenty of horses and horse owners like small bales too.  I phoned my friend who keeps a horse in the next village.  She gave me a number for her hay chap, but sadly his hay was all tied up and he didn’t have enough for us.  Next, I jumped in the car and whizzed over to our local agricultural store.  They’re a great mine of information and I was sure they’d know someone who did small bales.  Sure enough I came away with a phone number of a chap who was setting up a hay operation and potentially did small bales.  Unfortunately, it turned out he wasn’t going to be ready until next winter, darn!  I made several more phone calls – but no joy.  Finally, scraping the barrel I did some facebook searches and found a supplier in Cumbria who looked hopeful, they had a barn-full of soft meadow hay, perfect for sheep – until I calculated how much in fuel it would cost for me to go and collect, eek!  Time was running out and I needed to get something fixed up soon.

In moments like this a cup of tea is always helpful.  Sure enough, halfway through my cuppa an idea started to form.  As things were looking, it was either big round bales or no bales at all.  Handling big bales is pretty much impossible without a tractor, however, I wondered if there was a way we could roll them into our shed if we got them delivered right next to the shed entrance.  It would only be a few feet and the shed was slightly downhill.  The only fly in the ointment was that the bales would need to be stored on pallets to keep them off the ground.  I wondered if we would manage to get them onto the pallets or whether that would be a step too far.  I ran my idea by Adrian and he said we should go for it, basically, we had little choice.

So I ordered three big bales and they arrived on a drizzly day.  What with Adrian stuck at his desk doing his day job we wouldn’t be able to move them until later in the evening, so I rummaged about in the shed to find a tarp big enough to cover them and somehow managed to drape it over the bales to keep the rain off.

Later that evening we rolled up our sleeves and with a bit of pushing, shoving and the odd naughty word, by a minor miracle, we got our three bales into the shed, yay!

Now the only thing left to do would be to decant the hay from the big bales into user-friendly portions to allow me to transport them to the paddock where the feeders are set up.

Back in September, Adrian built a nifty little shed in the paddock, just big enough to store a week’s worth of hay.  Having a few bales stored near the feeders makes life so much easier when it comes to topping up the feeders (which I do daily).

I was so excited to use the new hay store this winter, and Adrian had even sized it up to accommodate exactly one week’s worth of small square bales.

Needless to say I was slightly concerned the new shed would take a week’s worth of hay in dumpy bags.

But I didn’t have to worry about that until a few days ago because during November I was still using the remainder of last winter’s small square bales and life was easy.  Then the time came to move over to the big bales.  To be honest despite my trepidation about storage, I couldn’t wait to rip open the netting on the first bale, last winter’s hay being a year old was a bit average, some of the bales were stale and I had to discard a couple which had got wet.  I couldn’t wait to get stuck into the new hay, there’s nothing like opening a fresh bale of hay, it smells amazing!

 

After a shaky start at the beginning of the winter wondering how we were going to manage, it seems things are working out fine with the big bales.  And the sheep are pretty happy with the situation too.

 

 

 

 

 

Every week, (weather depending) I arm myself with my ‘sheep bits and bobs kit’ and set off for a morning of hoof and bottom trimming.   In other words, I gather in a small number of sheep and spend a lovely morning with our teddy bears doing their health checks.  This includes checking and trimming their hooves, checking their bottoms and trimming their bikini lines, and if they’re woolled up I’ll trim the wool around their eyes too so they can see better.

We have nineteen sheep and doing the whole flock in one go is quite a lot for me on my own, so I do three or four each week.  This means each sheep gets a health check and mini hair cut roughly every six weeks.

My ‘sheep bits and bobs kit’ is one of the most useful things I own.  It contains:

Engemycin spray (aka blue hoof spray – great for mini foot infections)

Protego herbal powder spray (my favourite product of all time, I use this for minor skin wounds, it’s very effective and smells divine.  Yogi, Yssi and Ynca are all prone to getting urine stains on their bottoms so I’ll trim up the stained wool and follow up with a cloud of powder spray to prevent infection and keep their bottoms fresh)

Burgon and Ball hoof trimmers

Fiskars sewing scissors  (I find normal sewing scissors easier than full on shearing shears for doing mini trims)

Fiskars scissor sharpeners

Battles maggot oil (just in case)

‘Tom Tick’ (for removing pesky ticks)

Self-stick bandages, cotton wool and Styptic powder (in case of accidents)

Nitrile gloves

Rope halter (in case I need to secure one of the teddies)

Bribes (sheep nuts and / or chopped apples, carrots, turnips depending on what season it is)

I pop my bucket of things on the quad bike, secure with bungees and zoom off to look for the flock.  I have various hurdle pens dotted about over our pasture.  This means wherever the flock happens to be there’ll hopefully be a pen nearby.

Once parked up I’ll check my list to see whose turn it is, then I’ll walk over to the flock and bring in my first teddy bear.

Once I’ve got my sheep in the pen I’ll give her a piece of apple or a few sheep nuts, then a ‘tickly pickly rubbadubdub’, (some lovely scratches and head rubs).  This is important as I like the sheep to associate the pen as a pleasant experience.

Then I get to work.  I put a handful of chopped apples / nuts etc in a bucket and place this in one corner.  This part is very important as I want to keep my sheep fully occupied while working on her hooves.  Where I place the sheep and myself is super important as I want to make sure her body weight is fully supported by the hurdle and me at all times.  This way when she’s balancing on three legs she’ll feel secure and and not want to run off in a panic.

When I’ve done the hooves I’ll top up the bribery bucket and start on the bottom.  If I’m working on a skittish sheep I’ll halter her up.  Sheep instinctively move forwards when their bottoms are touched which isn’t ideal when I’m trying to snip off dags and peer through wool for maggots.

Bottom done, I’ll remove the treats bucket and get to work on the face.  Some of our flock don’t need a face trim but most of them do.  Ryelands generally have the full on teddy bear look so appreciate a wee trim up around their eyes so they can see properly.

Each sheep takes around half an hour, so after doing four or so sheep I’m pretty sore from all the shuffling around.  I’ll load up my things, call the dogs over and head back to the house for a welcome cup of tea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shearing is a big day in the sheep calendar and it can be pretty stressful for everyone involved, the sheep, the shearers and the farmers.  We start thinking about shearing at the beginning of May when the weather warms up and the sheep start feeling hot and itchy in their woolly coats.

Every spring I contact Guy our shearer to confirm that we’re on his schedule, and then it’s a case of waiting.  Unfortunately we can’t just pop a date in the diary because shearing is weather dependent.  Guy also has many flocks to dealt with, he goes up and down the country helping smallholders like ourselves and so we have to be patient and wait for a slot.

In the eight weeks or so prior to shearing we step up our ‘fly vigil’ watching for signs of fly strike which can be fatal.  Our weekly ‘hooves, bottoms and face trims’ routine becomes more important because the little darlings are at their woolliest.  Some of their bottoms can be particularly challenging with all the fresh spring grass and the effects that has.

This year we wondered if we’d ever get our little lot sheared.  We’ve had the wettest summer we can remember, and not only that, it’s been chilly too.  We regretted turning the aga off in May and have been piling on the jumpers ever since.

Normally our shearer comes in the second half of June or at a push the first week in July.  But June came and went with grey skies, wind and rain.  This year with the strange weather we knew shearing would probably happen in July, but still, we were getting a bit twitchy as were the sheep.

In theory you can shear sheep in any old weather as long as you keep your flock under cover so the wool is dry.  But ideally shearing is best done during a spell of hot, dry weather.  The wool should be dry so the blades can run through it easily, and the lanolin should be soft to allow the blades to travel more smoothly.  If the temperature’s too low, the lanolin doesn’t soften and the blades can stick which can be a problem as you run the risk of injuring your sheep.

But at last, as we came into the second week of July shearing happened.  We had two days of reasonable weather and our shearer Guy was in the area, hooray!

We got the flock down into the shed the night before to make sure they stayed dry and had restricted access to grass. The next day we were up bright and early checking on the flock and making some last minute adjustments to the fancy hurdle arrangement I put in place last month.  Then we dragged the shearing platform into position, and last but not least popped some lucozade and snickers bars on the shelf in the barn.

Despite the midges and cleggs who decided to join the party Guy did a sterling job sorting out our flock with their summer haircuts.

We were so happy to have our flock sheared and the sheep definitely had a spring in their step as they trotted back up the hill to their summer pastures.

 

 

 

 

 

Round about the beginning of May I started my annual “sheep shed muck-out”.   I needed to get it spick and span for shearing in June.  The sheep love their shed and spend a lot of time in it during the winter so it can get pretty mucky.  They would spend a lot of time in it during the summer too if they got half the chance.  Not fans of the hot sun, they seek out shady places, especially in the run-up to shearing when they’re still wearing their winter coats and everyone else is in tee-shirts.

As soon as the grass comes through at the end of April we shut off access to the shed and encourage the little darlings to break their “shed habit”.  They grumble for a bit and stand at the fence baa-ing, but after a few days they remember they have other shady places to lurk in such as their very own silvo-pasture.

With the sheep out of the way, I can roll my sleeves up and start mucking out.  I’m quite strict with myself and only do an hour a day to save my back.

At first the job seems endless, but after a few days I can see how much progress I’ve made and it’s a great feeling.  The hens love it too, they help out, grubbing out little insects and having dust baths in the newly unearthed dusty layer beneath the clods of dung.

This year it took me about three weeks to finish the shed.  I lost count of how many trailer loads of dung I lobbed onto the muck heap.  The best part was setting up the hurdles ready for shearing which I found hugely fun in a ‘re-arranging the furniture in a room’ kind of a way.  After many different hurdle arrangements which had to look right as well be practical, I eventually found a way to divide the shed into three areas.  Area 1:  multiple sheep waiting room, Area 2:  single sheep waiting room, Area 3:  shearing zone complete with board.

Now we just have to wait for shearing which is late this year because of the wet weather.  Its already July but we have the shearer booked in for Saturday so fingers crossed it stays dry.

 

 

 

 

It’s been about six weeks since my last blog entry about the wonders of alfalfa and sugar-beet for elderly sheep.

This winter just gone, we’ve been keeping a special eye on three of our more elderly flock members; Sparkle and Scarlett and Shelby.  Sparkle and Scarlett are missing some front teeth, and Shelby has arthritis and can’t get around as easily as she used to.

Winter can be tough, especially for older sheep who don’t have the reserves they once had.

We readily admit to spoiling our sheep a little bit, we give them access to their favourite shed to get out of the elements.  This is great for the sheep, but not so great for me as I have to muck it out every day.  But I digress, a happy sheep is a happy me.  As well as their shed, they also have ad-lib access to meadow hay and a cheeky sprinkling of ewe nuts every morning.  Despite this, as we came out of winter  this year Sparkle, Scarlett and Shelby were all looking a bit too thin for our liking.

Rocket is my middle name so I immediately researched nutritional supplements for elderly sheep with poor teeth and arthritis, preferably slow-release and non-molassed.  This is our first experience with keeping OAP sheep so it’s unchartered territory for us.

While I found lots of information on nutritional supplements for elderly horses and ponies, I couldn’t find much at all about elderly sheep.  Several cups of tea later I at last found something which looked promising; pelleted meadow grass and pelleted alfalfa with sugar beet.

Fast forward a few weeks and the three ladies are doing marvellously on their special supplement.  We are so pleased, particularly with Sparkle as she had lost the most condition out of the three.  Now she looks almost back to her old rolly poly self.  We’re also very happy that the two ladies with missing incisors are still able to graze grass so this means the pelleted feed is still just a supplement rather than a main meal, at least for the moment.  Well done Sparkle, Scarlett and Shelby!