This business of having a buck or two repeatedly jump the fence and not knowing who is bred, to whom, or when they bred is for the birds.
I am not amused.
All life is at a standstill so we can be available for the two remaining births. Both of Those Who Gestate look like they are about to explode, while Those Who Wait are going nuts.
I threatened to cut Sancho loose when the girlz are browsing so he could chase them around the pasture, hopefully inducing labor in a somewhat natural manner. Well, without chemicals, anyway.
This idea was vetoed by Ellie May. Such a wise child.
The Baas has, again this year, suggested that The Krew transport their trampoline to Tails Up to help facilitate the onset of labor. They have volunteered to serve as spotters should Chickory B. or Becky the Bad get a little uncontrolled with the bouncing, what with the difficulty in general of movement, the lowered center of gravity, and whatnot associated with the final stages of pregnancy.
I have not yet declined the offer.
I am not going to utter the magic phrase, as i know it will prolong the process by ANOTHER three days...
But really.
It is enough, now.
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