Algernon came home yesterday… let the fun begin!
I know… Who’s Algernon, and why should you care.
Algernon is our big ram. He’s been visiting a neighboring farm for the last month, hanging out with a couple dozen ewes. Well actually, he’s been working.
His job? Breed every last one of them at least once… more if necessary or if he feels like it.
We weren’t watching the roundup when Clyde and Bill put a rope on him and got him into the truck to go visiting… but the coming home was a lot more peaceful. At least Amber said she didn’t see any fresh wounds on Clyde.
Coming home… With Bill slowly navigating the gravel road and finally our dirt driveway, and Clyde and Amber riding in the back of the compact pickup truck along with Algernon, it was a picture of one happy ram returning victoriously.
Before unloading him, we put our brand-spanking new breeding harness on him. One of our mentors (the gal we got him from) always uses one of these devices so she can tell her ram has at least attempted to breed.
Algernon has been through this process, so getting it on is no problem. He’s such a gentle giant.
Time to let him get off the truck and into the pen with “his girls”.
Clyde played “cowboy” holding onto his lead rope. Cindy and I were the ones who would help him turn right into the pen.
With Algernon in a hurry… Clyde was doing his best to keep up long enough to get him securely into the pen before giving Al total freedom.
In a matter of seconds, Al was reunited with his girls. Let the party begin!
“Let’s see… this one smells pretty good. Oh, she tastes good, too. Come to daddy, sweetie.”
“Wham, bam… hey… come back here! I’m not done yet!”
And so it goes. Algernon is one busy boy. He’s busily checking each girl. He grunts and growls and licks ears. The girls are getting interested. They show him “their stuff” stopping to pee so he can become aroused.
Thirty minutes later, we’re sure he’s bred two of the girls and we head for dinner.
As of this morning. Score two for Al. And, he’s got a “maybe”. This evening will be another “go around”.
Come April, we should have some little very cute little black lambs running around.
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