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NEWS - March 2019

"March winds doth blow" etc. They certainly blew through the Littletons. Owners of small dogs were advised to let them go no further than the garden after one villager reported seeing her small fluffy pet blown backwards down the field and straight into the brambles.

George the pig almost became homeless when his Arc blew over not once, but three times. It has since been bolted into the concrete, this will also prevent Big George from taking it with him when he goes for a stroll. He looked like a rare breed of giant tortoise shuffling off slowly through the mud carrying his house on his back.

March was a very mixed month, T shirts and jeans one day, muffled up to the ears the next, wearing several layers to keep out the biting cold. On rare sunny days, last years lambs, led by Scruffy, Lily and Dumbo, looked longingly out at the fields itching to get out and play silly games. On cloudy, windy, wet days they all kept their heads down and carried on chewing the cud, they knew where they were best off.


We took in our first rescues at the beginning of March. Queenie, a ewe about 5 years old with a horrendously infected leg, and little Feather, the lamb. As far as we could find out, Feather was about 9 months old, very small for his age, but he had a bright, hopeful little face. He was a third of the size of our smallest lamb and was disabled, his back legs couldn't support him, he was only able to pull himself around by his front legs.

They both came from a commercial farm, where someone very brave and caring who worked there tried their best to look after the sick and damaged animals without any support from the owner. Vets cost money, these two certainly weren't worth it, had they not found their way to us Queenie would most likely have been shot, and Feather left to die from lack of Veterinary help.


Queenie's infected, swollen leg was cleaned and drained, she was put on a course of antibiotics and pain killers, with Rich Tea biscuits as a reward following her injections. Feather was X-rayed, there was no bone damage surprisingly, but his bones were a bit like tissue paper inside, very fragile, and he had very little muscle around his back end. His condition would have been caused by a lack of nutrition following his birth, and then a lack of attention and support.

They've both settled in, it's good to see them both in comfortable straw beds, looking forward to their feeds, and in Queenies case, slowly losing her distrust of the human race. When she first came, whenever we approached she would put up a fight, not wanting to be caught, stamping her foot and trying her best to look fierce.

The power of Rich Tea biscuits has worked wonders, she'll now come forward to nuzzle a hand in the hope that someone's remembered her treat. Feather is just a contented little chap, he's taken for short walks every day supported by a towel around his middle, which he loves, fingers crossed that we'll be able to get him walking unaided eventually.


Having just settled them in, we were asked to take another lamb who'd been found dumped on someone's property in Cheshire. The family already had a few pet animals, including sheep, so they were able to give this little one overnight care to keep him safe. He's been named Elliot, he's a tiny little Welsh lamb, probably about 10 days old when he was found. He wouldn't have survived the night without help, he would almost certainly have died from hypothermia and dehydration, another life not worth bothering with.

Elliot shares a pen with Feather, they're a great comfort to each other and are cheerful, contented little chaps, everything will be done to try to get Feather walking so that the two of them can go out together and enjoy silly lamb games, all fingers crossed for them. Elliot already comes out with me and Jess the little rescue dog for short walks, he loves it, he stops to examines all the strange smells and sights, something then takes over and he races away, bouncing in the air, racing back, who could doubt he is a very sentient, happy little being.

Spring, birds busy nesting, (and getting trapped in that abominable netting, who is responsible for allowing that to happen?), drakes, ganders and cockerels behaving badly.

Roxie, a pretty little goose who last year came into the life of Paul, our bachelor gander, laid her first egg on the first sunny day of Spring. I'd like to say that they both stood gazing at in awe and wonder, Paul wandered away to harass a duck and Roxie went for a bath. So much for maternal feelings!

All we're waiting for now are warm April showers, the grass to grow, and for the sheep to go back out in the fields to do what sheep do best, eat, doze, and burp a lot.

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