Rosie and the Lambs

Our beautiful (now deceased) English Mastiff, Rosie, acting as a foster mother for the orphaned lambs. She was the gentlest, sweetest natured and quietest dog I have ever known!

Pinkerton versus the world

The world's bravest cat

Pinkerton the cat has been teaching the dogs to respect a cat's authority since they arrived in the house, but on this day she decided to give them a group lesson. Holly, the 4 year old German Shepherd, took off and went into the back garden as soon as she saw Pinkerton. Holly is very aware that things can get ugly when the cat gets a notion to take on the dogs.

Ivy, the German Shepherd, and Dan, the American Bulldog, are both 10 months old in these photos and have already had quite a few individual lessons from Pinkerton on how to behave around cats. This group lesson is both confusing and exciting Ivy, who does not quite know what to do. Ebony, the very unfortunate 5 month old refugee Poodle from Perth was never destined to enjoy life on a farm with three other much bigger and older dogs, but this day she was most unhappy. Now the cat was also trying to dominate her. How far down the pecking order could she actually go, she wondered?

Pinkerton is irritated that Ivy still hasn't quite learned the lesson

Dog well retreated behind the tree, Pinkerton surveys her territory and gives all the dogs the 'evil eye' to remind them of what will be waiting for them if they ever get cheeky enough to challenge her supremacy.

Pinkerton, you are my hero!

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumper over (and broke) the (brand new) fence

Oh no, here she comes and we are in this paddock with the newly planted trees and we really shouldn't be in here eating them and trampling them into the ground. Let's get out of here before she sees us.

Hey! How did you guys get out so quickly? Wait for us. She'll flip out again if she finds us in here.

She's seen us. What do we do now?

Come on you sissy, jump the bloody thing. We aren't waiting here all day. She might have a rifle with her this time

Stuff it. I'm outta here. She'll never believe that we ran out of grass over here.

Wait for me.

 Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have eaten so many of those trees- my gut has got stuck on this thing. 

Phew. That was close. Compose yourself and act as if nothing happened. She'll never suspect a thing.

Love a (Muscovy) Duck

Once we (thought we) had mastered the art of chicken management we were keen to expand our skills to other poultry types. So we bought ten Muscovy ducks and seven Pilgrim geese from a local farmer. I will talk about the geese later. Today I would like to share with you the joys (and drawbacks) of having ducks in your life.

We got ten young Muscovies and they moved in with the chickens. We soon discovered that they were great "sitters". They would be walking along and just drop onto their bellies and sit, like their legs suddenly stopped working. At first we were worried they had some kind of leg weakness but, as we have come to learn, all Muscovies like to sit- a lot. They have heavy bodies and like to take a load off. The drakes especially are big, heavy birds which seem to find walking a huge encumbrance, and really get a waddle on just to go from A to B. They do not like to run and you can in fact cause them leg injuries if they are forced to run. This is why you must never chase them to catch them. If you want to catch a Muscovy you must trap them suddenly and unexpectedly, or round them up slowly so they do not have to run.

They were happy in their new home and grew surprisingly quickly. Two weeks later they looked like this

How to Know when your Ewe is Lambing

Ewes generally follow a similar pattern when they are about to give birth. Most of the following signs will be displayed, but possibly not all of them. 

Your ewe will remove herself from the flock a day or two before she has her lamb, standing on the periphery and generally not being very active. She may seek out a sheltered secluded spot and just hang around that area for a day or two. She may not do this, she may stay with the flock, but most often she will prefer to be away from the others.

She will still eat and drink at this time but as the labour progresses, she may stop eating and just stand or lay in the same area. She may continue to eat- I have seen both things happen. I have seen a ewe eating between contractions.

She will try to urinate frequently once the labour has begun.

Your ewe will get a certain "look " about her that you will come to recognise the more often you see it. She will look hollower in the sides, just under the spine and in front of her hips. Her tail will be elevated. She will hang her head down and look at her sides.

Cerys- the goddess of agriculture

Cerys: The first of our very own lambs born on Morilla

Above: The first four girls we bought to keep Enoch company once he was no longer able to live in suburbia with us. They were three Dohne merinos we named Iris, Belle and Maggie, and one Damara/Dorper cross we named Summer. Belle soon became known as Christopher because she looks like my nephew Christopher, although I am sure he would disagree, probabaly quite strongly! Summer came to be called Somali because she has very skinny legs and could live on a handful of oats a day. I know this is not at all politically correct and I am sure it will count as a mark against me when I stand at the Pearly Gates and are judged!

Beginners' Guide to Chickens: Part One: The strange chicken man and how we got our hens

We bought our hens off of a very strange man indeed. We arrived at his farm to collect the year old hens I had ordered over the phone. The farm was brimming with poultry, some would call "free- range" others would call "feral". There were birds of all description and breeding running around all over the place. Hens with chicks of the oddest mixed breeding, it was hard to imagine what the parentage actually was. I think I saw what could only have been a Light Sussex chicken crossed with a Muscovy duck crossed with a Cockatoo, but having studied a little biology, I knew I must be hallucinating. Again.

The alarm bells did ring, but we are no pussies and refused to pay any heed to those infernal bells. That is for the weak and the cowardly. "Let us have these hens of questionable parentage, age and health" we said, "Here, take our money". "That's right, we are those city slicker suckers from yonder ways whom you have no doubt heard about". The strange man came out of his house and we introduced ourselves. He told us he had already given our birds away to someone else who arrived earlier, and now he would have to go and catch some more. This appeared to make him a little irritated, as if we had inconvenienced him because he had given our birds to someone else. Fifteen minutes later he arrives with his hands full of hens hanging upside down by the legs and plonks them into the boxes we had bought with us to carry them home. Money exchanges hands. Deal done.

The strange man had a very usual last name, the same name as a friend of mine who has family in the south west, so I asked: "Are you related to so-and-so from such-and-such a place?" He said: "I probably have got family there", then he turned away and went inside his house. G and I didn't know what this meant, so we hung around for about 10 minutes waiting for him to come out again. He did not. We got in the car and left, without a "thank you" or a "goodbye"

How to Look after Yabbies- Sweet little dam dwelling crustaceans.

The first thing to know about yabbies is that if you are lucky enough to have them in your dam, don't tell anyone! People will sneak on to your property at night and catch your yabbies. This is not uncommon! Kepp your yabbies a secret or one day you will go to your dam and the yabbies will be gone!

Apparently yabbies taste delicious. Everyone always says so. I have never eaten one. I don't like shellfish.

Yabbies are quite commonly found in freshwater dams on farms in southwestern Australia. Most of our dams had yabbies and initially we caught lots of them but after a while we really didn't like the process of killing them, so we stopped catching them. We let our yabbies, like most other creatures on our farm live in peace and die of old age.

Here are the first batch of live yabbies we ever netted from the farm dams,waiting in our bath. They are having a bit of a swim while we contemplate how to kill them.

For the Love of Coffee, the Orphaned Calf

  Coffee came to us after her mother died from a prolapsed uterus shortly after she was born. The cows, beautiful Brahmans, belonged to the farmer who was leasing our farm. He didn't have the time to look after her, so asked if we wanted her. This was the first time I considered saying "no" because I had spent so much time in the past 12 months scrubbing bottles, mixing milk formula and feeding babies, and had envisioned a break from parenting duties. It was not to be! When the farmer bought her to us in the back of his car and we saw her little deformed mouth and nose and heard her snuffling, we couldn't abandon her. Her sad, weeping eyes made it look like she was crying, and, of course, we instantly fell in love with her and wanted to protect her from the cold and lonely world. So now we had our first cow, and a new learning curve commenced.

The Art of Raising Orphaned Lambs

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Raising your orphaned lamb 101


If you find an orphaned lamb whose mother has died, you will need to feed it and care for it or it will most likely die, depending on its age. You will have to decide between the responsibility of caring for the lamb, or the responsibility of letting it die. The choice is yours. While it is time consuming and incurs costs to keep an orphan lamb alive, it is well worth the time, money and effort. Lambs are great fun and very affectionate, and make excellent pets. I have successfully raised 31 orphaned lambs over the last 10 years, and unfortunately, have been unsuccessful with three little lambs. That's a 90% success rate so that should give you hope!
If the mother is not dead but instead has rejected the lamb you could try re-mothering the lamb, as long as the mother is well and capable of feeding her lamb. I have never done this, but I will add this information from the Western Australian Agriculture Department website for you if you want to try it:
Place the ewe and lamb in a small enclosure. One can be made from four 1.25 metre mesh screen wired together in the corners. Cover the screens with old seed or fertiliser bags so the ewe cannot see out. This will reduce distractions. Stabilise the enclosure by driving star pickets into the ground and tying the mesh to these. Apparently, the ewe will usually mother the lamb in 24- 48 hours.


If you choose to raise the lamb yourself, as we did with all of our orphans, here is my advice: