Have I mentioned?
We think Milkshakes is expecting again.
She’s still nursing, yet we think she’s expecting again.
It all started when Adelaide and Sophie were about 2 or 3 months old and we brought Solomon the ram to service the ewes. That’s sheep talk. Sheep. Not goats. Solomon was to service the female sheep. There was even a green marker put on a special harness he wore so that once he had serviced a lady you’d be able to see a green spot on her back end.
There were lots of ladies with green butts out there. Lady sheep. Because Solomon was also a sheep.
Yet somehow Milkshakes wound up with a green butt.
Bless her little heart, she just couldn’t control herself.
Don’t worry, she’s not prego by the ram. She honestly can’t be. They’re not the same species. Any fertilization that may occur in such cases ends up in a misfire.
So she started breaking out of the lady pasture and into the pasture with Jack, her stinky one – time beau and baby – daddy to Addie and Sophie. Not that I can blame her, he’s quite handsome. And he was still stinky, which is how the ladies can tell he’s willing and able.
And now lo these many months later, she’s looking quite fat. I’m not sure when she’d be due because we don’t know when exactly she got herself knocked up.
I snapped this picture the other day with my phone. She wouldn’t look at me. Or come near me. Most likely because I had no food on me. If you look closely you can see she’s sticking out her tongue.
Me calling her “Whorey Mc-Shakers” probably didn’t help.
That’s Birdie (Bertie?) in the foreground. She was slightly less willing to give up on the possibility that I had food.