We received a small layer of snow Saturday night. The temperatures also dropped and the lake is slowly beginning to ice over. For the most part, though, our weather has been very mild.
The adult rams have been moved to their winter pen: which is one of the two round pens built out of horse panels lined with no-climb horse fence. In a week or two we will split the rams up and add ewes to each of their pens.
The ramlings are stationed out by the lambing shed with a roll of electronet. If I can spare the money, I'm going to buy a few cattle panels to make a pen so the electronet can be put away for the season. Sometime in January, when I dismantle breeding groups, the little boys can go to the smaller, abandoned, round pen near the big boys. I have learned not to pen ramlings with adult rams as the little guys don't get much to eat with the big guys guarding the hay piles all day.
The ewes are still out on pasture with electronet. Hopefully this weekend I will have the time to bring them up to their winter pen. I'm still trying to devise a round bale feeder. Ideally, I would splurge on the
Premier 1 specialized panels. But I think I'll have to make do with something homemade. Once again, as finances allow.
Below is Shachah, all decked out in his Blaze Orange collar. So cute!
As Becky suggested, we brought Shachah in the house during the day for Deer Hunting Opener. Unfortunately, we have heated floors and he was so hot and uncomfortable that he tried to get out every time we opened the door. The next morning we couldn't even catch him, much less get him to come near the house. So we went to Plan B: during the day, Meg stays in the house, Greta stays in the outdoor kennel, and Shachah is free. Shachah won't leave Greta behind, except to check his yard/pasture perimeter. So it is working. We just have to be super careful to not let Greta out to play before dark.
I had to laugh...the other evening I let Greta out on my way to do chores. Shachah was so excited to see her out of the kennel and available for play that he charged toward her. In his exuberance he plowed into her and sent her rolling. Greta was completely overwhelmed and not a little shocked. She tucked her tail between her legs and retreated to the porch for good that night.
Poor Shachah had no idea why she didn't want to play.
Poor Greta, to be the unsuspecting landing pad for a dog more than double her own weight.