Yesterday I managed to catch a lamb that was really lame. He'd been alluding me for days but with a piece of rope and a tree to sneak up behind I manage to catch him.
It was scald and quite bad. Some of the grass is quite long and I know it upsets their feet (like everything). Once I trimmed his feet up and treated them with the purple spray I decided that it was best to get them all in and run them through the foot bath. I also wan tot drench the lambs and treat them for fly strike before it happens.
I rang a mate and asked if he'd come over and give us a hand to get them in.
I thought with him, my wife and me we'd get them in no problem.
I was wrong.
They were having none of it.
After three attempts I gave up.
I could run no more and I was starting to swear.
I think it might be time to borrow dads quad bike and get them a bit more used to being rounded up, I'm also going to get a crook and start using one again like we used to when I was younger. I've been trying to get them keen on the bucket but only half of them ever seem interested when I give them a few handfuls of oats in the morning.
I'm trying to be a good shepherd but it's not easy! No wonder I learnt swear words at such a young age!