He’s got balls

Rambo, ready for action

We’re running a dating agency on our farm at the moment. “Ladies, meet Rambo. Rambo, meet our 12 eligible ewes. Now, go to it old fella. Make some lamb love.”

We’ve borrowed my mother-in-law’s ram to spice things up in the paddocks. Apparently Rambo spits out twins every time. He certainly seems to be blessed in the, well, balls department.

It will be intriguing to see what Rambo makes of Harold, the fat old ewe we inherited from my nephew Sam. (Harold was Sam’s first calf club day pet. I don’t think Sam fully comprehended the difference between girls and boys at that point.)

Harold is a rather unique sheep, and not just because of her manly name. She actually thinks she’s a cow, as she’s spent her entire life hanging out with heifers. When she moved out here with us, we initially put her in with the other ewes, but she didn’t seem to speak sheep. Instead she sat by herself, as far away as possible from the rest of the flock, and baa-ed miserably until we took pity on her and opened the gate to the cow paddock instead.

A romantic weekend with Rambo could be just what Harold needs.

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11 thoughts on “He’s got balls

  1. My daughter named a couple of rams “Hannah” and “Lucy” when she was 3 or 4. Be interesting to see what your wee babe names animals later on!

  2. My first calf club lamb was a Lucy too, when we tried to put her back with the flock she flatly refused, facing down the dogs, stamping her feet and butting them. She ended up living out her life in the orchard paddock “peeling” oranges, eating the flesh and spitting out the skin.

    • My sister’s first Calf Club Day lamb was Jenny. She was retired out to Raglan, to live on my uncle’s sheep farm. She never forget that she was a pet either; she lived in the front paddock and my aunty Roseanne would feed her peanut butter sandwiches and jars of bottled fruit from my late grandma’s pantry!

  3. we had a rambo (he was a wiltshire)… bless him. populated most of our flock and was a lovely old gentleman. sadly he died this last summer, but he would have been very old and his death was very unexpected and undisturbed in his fav paddock. we will give our ladies a year off and then reintroduce a new chap next season. spring (or winter) lambs have a magic smell about them (just like any baby i guess!). many times we’ve had them in the lounge keeping them warm by the fire when their mother has rejected them, or worse, died.
    good luck & lovin’ rambo!

    • Hi Gemma,
      I grew up on a dairy farm but one my best friends came from a sheep farming family. I remember that, in late winter/early spring, more often than not there was an orphaned lamb peering out of a cardboard box in their oven (oven set to the lowest possible temperature, with the door open). Pet lambs are so cute. Shame they grow up to be such naughty garden raiders!

      • Sheep were new to us as well Linda, i had grown up with horses and my husband cattle (figuratively speaking). We had a fast learning curve, but realised there wasn’t much more to know about them other than they eat grass (when there isnt a blasted drought), occasionally die unexpectedly (and as dramatically as possible) and taste very nice.
        Mavis (our Judas sheep, a hand reared wether) is a pain in the backside for garden”disestablishment”. Responsible for decimating several citrus and fruit trees, she now keeps our next in line/s (for the freezer) company, in a very secure paddock.

  4. Lynda, how are Harold and Rambo progressing in
    ‘the making babies ‘ department?? Do hope they did not reject each other !!!

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