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So, because it’s tiresome to always be the dumbest farmers on the block, today we (royal we) built a corral. This means we don’t have to get Frank to wrangle sheep quite so much.

Though Frank likes to wrangle sheep and he doesn’t mind.

We wanted to give some wormer to the sheep. We’re using an herbal wormer that is natural and can be given monthly as a medication and a preventative. 52 built a corral in a corner of the sheep’s current pasture, and we formulated a plan.
We would mix the herbal wormer in with some of their feed in a pan. One of us would go into the corral with the feed and bring in one sheep at a time while the other of us would cut the rest of the sheep off at the pass.

I volunteered to be the one to go into the corral with the feed as cutting the rest of the sheep off at the pass sounded scary.

Mostly because the rest of the sheep includes Mr. Cotswold.
Backing up…. I am terrified of Mr. Cotswold. One time last winter, for some reason that I can no longer recall, after dark (and it does get dark really early in the winter here), I went into the sheep pasture to close the gate on the other side. We were shutting them off from the other pasture. I can’t remember all the details of why, but I was halfway across the pitch black pasture when I knew the sheep were coming behind me. Mr. Cotswold had rammed me from behind previously on several occasions and I was already leery of him. In a thoughtless second, I thought to turn so I could “see” him coming.
Well, of course I couldn’t see him coming. It was pitch black. Mr. Cotswold rammed me head on, in my lower abdomen. I couldn’t see anything. It was so dark. I barely kept my feet and I just started crying and screaming because it hurt so bad. You have no idea how swiftly, and how strongly, a 200-pound ram can hit you until you’ve been hit by one. They can fly you off your feet. 52 was all the way across the pasture outside the gate. He couldn’t see me or understand what I was saying. I was in the middle of this black-black pasture all by myself, in pain, and so scared that Mr. Cotswold would hit me again before I could get out. I grabbed the fenceline and stumbled my way in terror to the other gate and finally out.
That hurt for months. I cry just thinking about it because I was so scared that night. None of our other farm animals have ever scared me. But that ram…. Oh, yeah, I’m terrified of him.
I have not gone into a field alone with Mr. Cotswold since, and I don’t like to go into the field even with someone else there. I stay out of the sheep pasture.
Anyway! Back to the new makeshift corral and the herbal wormer…. Going into the sheep pasture is a big, big deal to me. Sheep, unless they are a bottle lamb like Annabelle, just want your food, they don’t care about you. When you try to do something official like give them wormer or a shot, they RUN AWAY. So, 52 and I went into the sheep pasture this evening, me hiding behind him. I was going to go into the pen and he was going to cut the rest off at the pass. We got one in.
IT TURNED OUT TO BE MR. COTSWOLD.
I was trapped in the pen with Mr. Cotswold.
That was THE LAST ONE I wanted to be with in the corral. But trying to get one in and cut the rest off was more difficult than we expected and THAT WAS THE ONE THAT CAME IN.
It was like being shut up in a closet with Hannibal Lecter. I freaked out. Quivering, blibbering-blubbering mass. Mr. Cotswold loves the feed-herbal wormer combo and he couldn’t get enough of it.
While he was eating it, that was the longest two minutes of my life.
And then I was even more scared because I didn’t have any more and I was afraid he might kill me for that.
52 shielded me all the way out then he went into the pen and he corralled the rest of them while I just handed him pans of feed and wormer over the fence. I can handle every animal on the farm except that ram.

And I’m just sayin’……… We will probably not have sheep forever.

Because I am scared of him.
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~~HUGS~~
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That is how honorable men are…protective of “their womenfolk”. Just let someone or something try to hurt you and “your man” is on it like white on rice.
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I would never go into the pen alone with Mr. Cotswold, either!
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You need some nice cuddly Shetlands. Mine like to sit in your lap and they wag their tails when you pet them.
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They are scary, though. And hormonally aggressive. My friends’ two rams had a big head-butting contest every time she moved them into another pasture.
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i think mr costwald needs to go (though you need a male sheep around for obvious reasons)
and…like i’ve said before
you need a border collie, kelpie, aussie…something to work those sheep for you
i’ve just started training my bc rescue on sheep and this woman i train with–you should see what her dogs can do with sheep…seriously
it’s amazing
i had one sheep once…and that was enough
though i’m considering more to train the dog now, lol
no rams though
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Be Careful!
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This is my first season breeding sheep and whilst the lambs are gorgeous, sheep themselves are pretty stupid and skittish to deal with. As farm animals go they are fairly high maintenance with worming, dagging, shearing (x2 each year) and then lambing. A point of interest, most small block farmers here in NZ will only worm a sheep when they need it as they can develop a drench resistance really easily. Run cattle and sheep together as they do not share the same worm burden where as cattle and goats do. I could go on and on about sheep and what I have learnt over the last year. Don’t give up though – the lambs are soooo cute and they taste DELICIOUS!!
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If you plan on eating them and so you need to breed them to provide more, you can still get rid of him and just use someone else’s ram to breed them annually. Then 11 months of the year you do not need to be terrified of a ram who is just doing what feral males do.
Why torture yourself?
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I really appreciate those of you with sheep experience commenting here. Thank you!!
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Very interesting.
I didn’t know the adult males could be so ferocious and weigh so much.
Glad you weren’t hurt any worse….I would be moving him on.
We do that with cows, if one is mean or crazy; they are gone! Same with roosters.
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The thing about animals is they sense fear and take advantage of it. I know it’s hard to hide fear, but you can let him know he’s not the boss….YOU ARE. Good luck!!!
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It is not fun to be blasted by those fellows.
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I’ve never been around many sheep and no rams at all but my sister did have a bottle lamb once who, when grown, loved to butt us all on occasion. I decided that little baby lambies were precious and I loved them but great big grown sheep can just take a hike!
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