Animal Babies

I drove to Mr. Baker's farm and collected our ram this week. We have him on loan, the same ram we had last year.

I was pleased with him. He got on with the job, shortening our lambing time considerably from the previous year. The quality of his progeny seems pretty good too, though one sheep judging seminar doesn't make me an expert on lambs. There are no obvious weaknesses or defects, and they're, you know, lambs. So that's good.

Did I mention that I can borrow the ram for a tenner? Like a good farmer, I'm cheap considering the input costs to overall profit.

I dropped the back of the trailer, so he could see the ewes. He casually walked out and sauntered over to them -

The ewes seem pleased with my choice -

After going to the trouble of wrestling the raddle harness on him, I forgot to change the crayon. No problem. The first cycle will be no colour butts, and I'll put a new crayon in for the second cycle, so late lambing ewes will have coloured butts. In this case my un-preparedness saved me the cost of a crayon. Well, heck, I'm just racking up the savings! 

While Ram was getting down to business in the field, our partridge eggs were delivered - 10,000 of them from France. I gave Mike a hand to inspect and tray each egg. It's a pleasant task, stood in the incubator house with all the machines humming around you. It can be done one-handed while you drink a cup of tea. Jobs which you can do concurrent with drinking tea are usually the best jobs.

Because they come from abroad, each egg is stamped and when the stamps smudge, they look like smiley faces.

That makes me cheery.

Only a scant number of those eggs is for us. We custom hatch for other clients so the bumblebee-sized chicks will hatch and be put into special boxes and sent away again to other counties. These birds are well travelled even before they can fly.

Our first pheasant hatch is Tuesday, only a couple of thousand eggs, also sold to a client. At home, I'm still waiting on Grumpy and L845 to lamb. It should be any time now. I check them at night when I get up to check on Podge and the pups.

Oh, the pups. Or tiny timewasters, as they should be called. Mum and litter are doing fine. After making a batch of scones, I had the kitchen scales out, so I figured why not check and make sure that the puppies are putting on weight-

So far so good. And a silicon loaf liner makes a perfect non-slip puppy holder.

More puppies

Podge's maternity unit is also my office, and I find it a pleasant contrast to do my mundane, uninspiring paperwork next to this miracle of nature. The puppies vocalise, and I can tell whether it's contentment, frustration, or cries for mother.

At night, I leave the door open so I can still hear the puppies from my own bedroom, and an unhappy cry wakes me from my sleep to get up and investigate. Maybe I need to readjust a lost pup, or dig one out from under a fold in the blanket. Podge does the important feeding and cleaning jobs, I just assist in small ways. My main job is to look after Podge's needs. Podge's main job is to look after her offspring. It's a hierarchy of care.

The renowned primatologist Frans DeWaal postulates that empathy and cooperation in mammals stems from the origins of maternal care. It's definitely an interspecies empathy, which is probably why so may of us choose to share our homes with other mammals like cats and dogs, or our lives with livestock.

I've never been a mother, I'm unlikely to at my age, but I sure can empathise with Podge. I downloaded a little video of the puppies feeding, so you can too.

Puppies' First Trip Out

Podge and her Podgelets went to the vets for a check-up.

The vet pronounced the puppies in good heath, and he docked (shortened) their tails in the surgery. This lessens the problem of very waggy tails on little busy spaniel bottoms, which would otherwise bang against their sides and cause injury when excited, out working in the field.

We take off just the last third, so the dogs still have enough tail for balance and to communicate with other dogs. A lot gets said between dogs based on tail position and how it wags.

Podge tells me a lot with her eyes, too-

In this case, her eyes tell me that she's experiencing the oxytocin rush associated with motherhood.

A loved-up spaniel and a basket of puppies made us very popular at the vets this morning.

At home now, puppies safely cocooned

We have Podgelets!

Podge went into labour just after midnight, and gave birth to the last pup at about 7 a.m. this morning. We have five healthy cocker spaniel pups, three boys and two girls. Podge is fine, and a natural mom.

When not feeding or asleep, the pups make a constant humming-squeaking noise. They feed and sleep lined up in a row.

The delivery, though long, was fairly uneventful. All but one of the pups are black. The liver and white girl was the last pup to arrive and came out backwards. Coming in last and arse first? I think that's the pup destined for our kennel.

K9-1-1

We had our first warm spring day yesterday, and even saw the sun come out for a few hours. Not one to take a nice day for granted, I piled all the not pregnant dogs into the truck and we drove into the middle of estate for a good run, swim, and hunt through cover. I didn't think about what else the good weather might bring out of hibernation.

Snakes.

Venomous snakes.

I bet you see where this is going.

We only have one species of venomous snake in Britain: the adder. They're not uncommon on the estate, but you'd have to be rather unlucky to stumble across one, and even unluckier to get this fairly docile snake to bite you.

It was Dulcie who found the snake. She must have accidentally trod on it. I never heard her yelp, and the first I knew of a problem was loading her into the truck after our walk. Her front leg was swelling rapidly. I couldn't find a puncture wound but I was pretty sure of the cause. I called the vets and told them to expect us. Again. With an injured Dulcie. Again.

So Dulcie spent the afternoon at the vets on an IV drip of fluids, antihistamines, and antibiotics. Her leg looks better this morning after treatment, but it's still twice normal size right up to the shoulder and bruised from the venom's effects on tissue.

I probably don't have to tell you which is the affected leg.

We popped back to the vets this morning and her temperature is still slightly elevated, so we'll bring her back for another check in 48 hours. As long as she's eating, drinking, and feel OK in herself, I think she's out of the woods. Which is great because 'in the woods' is where all the adders live.

With working dogs more so than pets, accidents and injuries are to be expected. I'm so grateful that we have such amazing veterinary surgeons only five miles from the estate. With Podgelets still to come, there's a better-than-average chance that we'll be visiting them again soon.

Podgewatch

We're counting down the final days of Podge's pregnancy. She's scheduled in the diary to whelp on Tuesday, but when did writing something like that in a diary ever make any difference?

I've helped birth foals and lambs, chicks and ducklings, but Podge's will be my first time assisting in the birth of puppies. Which is a coincidence as it will be Podge's first time having puppies.

The weather is not at all conducive to keeping tiny puppies alive so, after taking some advice from another breeder, I've moved Podge indoors to a quiet room of her own, not too warm, but safe from the elements.

Well, the intention was she should have it to herself, but the house dogs have been visiting. During the day, Pip comes in and hangs out by the kennel -

It's ten o'clock now and Dakota appears to be taking the evening shift -

And don't think she's sleeping on the job, she's definitely on guard -

In this case, defending the house against neighbour children dropping off cupcakes...

It's compelling to want to anthropomorphise the situation and ascribe nurturing feelings to Podge's companions. I think it's safe to say that Pip and Dakota know something is "different" and want to be part of it. The three of them work together beating the woods for birds during shoot season, and seem comfortable in each other's company. I love to think they're friends. (Even though Dakota did stand over Podge and pee on her the first time they met.)

The only one who doesn't appear comfortable is a very pregnant Podge -

I took her temperature this evening and it's below 100 deg F, an indicator that birth is imminent in the next 24 hours. I'll keep you posted.

Our first turkey egg

Thank you, turkeys.

"And to think, YOU wanted to have us for Christmas dinner..."