Winter in the Free State means hours in the sun for everyone.
While I was feeding Sam (the lamb), Roger (the ginger cat, got it?) came to investigate. The sheep were curious but then they scared him.
The lamb and his bottle. There are three lucky ones. I have taken in three ewes with lambs, two ewes have open wounds and one lamb is very unwell so needing attention and medication. Anyone who can sponsor me keeping them (not returning them to their fate once they are healed) please consider doing so. The man wants R2200 per pair.
The (hungry) ewe is eating at last. Her atrocious condition is briefly visible. The lamb had just finished his first full bottle feed so allowed her to eat unhindered by his needs. This is what the meat industry causes. Suffering on a level most can never imagine.
Here is an update on the ewe and her lamb.
The ewe's wounds from the animal attack are widespread on her hind quarters. In addition, the poor ewe has blue udder/severe mastitis which I am warned is often fatal. The lamb was unharmed so the main concern was to get him feeding.
Mom can't provide milk out her infected udder so the lamb is on a milk replacement, at first in syringe and then by teat in a bottle. The video shows him drinking his first full bottle. Hallelujah!
We cleaned and medicated the ewe's wounds this morning and this afternoon she spontaneously started chomping on lucerne while her baby was on my lap drinking his bottle. This is a good sign as she was off her food feeling poorly from the wounds and the udder infection.
We aren't out the woods yet with mom but let's hope the medicines will clear the infection and give her a fighting chance at a life free from suffering and hardship. One of the lucky ones....
At sunset all the livestock return to the enclosure to be safe and warm overnight. This winter has not been as cold as last winter (so far).
Those who can't speak grateful dog might need a translation. Today Takealot delivered a bag of food sent to us by a very kind, loyal supporter. Our carer left it to us to say thank you personally.
Look who checked herself into the sanctuary. On Sunday I heard a poultry sound which wasn't a chicken or a duck nor a goose. I was confused and looked up into the trees to see if I could locate the bird making the call. Nothing. Then I spotted this girl standing at the fence shouting at the ducks. I opened the gate and she walked inside. So for now we are also home to a turkey.
A hungry bunch excited to see the human with a bucket.
Alfie discovered the bag of carrots I had bought to feed the livestock. He helped himself but bit off a rather large piece of the carrot he chose.
Look how I have grown. Before with Mom guarding and teaching me how to scratch for food and today, still hanging out with my momma.
A tender moment shared by the donkeys with Alfie. The dwarf goats headbutt Alfie when he tries to enter the enclosure but the donkeys are gentle and friendly.
Alfie on the veranda.
I know cows chew the cud. What is it called when a goat chews with an empty mouth? Alfie was sitting with me while I enjoyed a cup of coffee on the veranda.
Suppertime.
Delicious teff.
On the move.
Ducks are noisy but they are wonderful to watch. They always seem cheerful.