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What on earth is a 'cade lamb'? I'm very worried that you would cut it up and give to Tesco.
It's an orphaned lamb.
Not so much because their mother is dead, just that she's forgotten she had it LOL
If a lamb has a difficult birth it can take it a while to come round. so for about 20 minutes the Ewe bleats at it and nudges it. then she seems to forget what it is she's doing there and wanders off.
!0 minutes later the lamb comes round and starts wandering from Ewe to Ewe trying to find it's mum. Ewe's don't like being bothered by lambs that aren't their own and they get head butted and generally knocked about, and need to be hand-reared.
 
It's an orphaned lamb.
Not so much because their mother is dead, just that she's forgotten she had it LOL
If a lamb has a difficult birth it can take it a while to come round. so for about 20 minutes the Ewe bleats at it and nudges it. then she seems to forget what it is she's doing there and wanders off.
!0 minutes later the lamb comes round and starts wandering from Ewe to Ewe trying to find it's mum. Ewe's don't like being bothered by lambs that aren't their own and they get head butted and generally knocked about, and need to be hand-reared.

I have had a few, not many that survived to be honest, had an orphaned roe deer fawn for a couple of days, it didn't make it either, are you sure you can trust that postman didn't just find it wandering about the road?

Did you know roe deer fawns have eye lashes about an inch long.
 
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I have had a few, not many that survived to be honest, had an orphaned roe deer for a couple of days, it didn't make it either, are you sure you can trust that postman didn't just find it wandering about the road?
it sounds like the sort of thing that you would do Alan, get a load of lambs posted to various adresses and then go knock on the doors asking if they have had your lambs delivered, when the residents hand over the lambs to you, it sort of adds a bit of legitimacy to the whole rustling business.
 
I got one from the postman one morning.

I used to live in a cottage that backed onto a famer's field.

I'd recently had a baby and was flush with "mummy" hormones at the time the lambing started.
One day I noticed this band new born lamb getting knocked about.

And my young Husband, faced with the prospect of staying in close proximity to a woman taut with suppressed maternal instincts, and on the verge of losing it and turning into a Banshee, OR the alternative of getting into his shiny executive car driving to the farm and wading through 8 inches of mud and manure in his hand stitched leather shoes - picked up his car keys.....Give the man his due, he wasn't a company director for nothing.

Being a wily fellow, as most farmers are, he decided that the best way to stop this hormonal woman from peering over the fence all day to monitor his husbandry skills,.. was to give me something to distract me.....and the following day our postie delivered me of a lamb - so to speak :)
 
I got one from the postman one morning.

I used to live in a cottage that backed onto a famer's field.

I'd recently had a baby and was flush with "mummy" hormones at the time the lambing started.
One day I noticed this band new born lamb getting knocked about.

And my young Husband, faced with the prospect of staying in close proximity to a woman taut with suppressed maternal instincts, and on the verge of losing it and turning into a Banshee, OR the alternative of getting into his shiny executive car driving to the farm and wading through 8 inches of mud and manure in his hand stitched leather shoes - picked up his car keys.....Give the man his due, he wasn't a company director for nothing.

Being a wily fellow, as most farmers are, he decided that the best way to stop this hormonal woman from peering over the fence all day to monitor his husbandry skills,.. was to give me something to distract me.....and the following day our postie delivered me of a lamb - so to speak :)

Saves him burying it, what are you going to do with it, they go from nice little lamb to something resembling a small hippo with 4 jumpers on in a strangely short space of time, and they get thicker as they get bigger, bit like a teenager you can eat when you get fed up looking at them.
 
it sounds like the sort of thing that you would do Alan, get a load of lambs posted to various adresses and then go knock on the doors asking if they have had your lambs delivered, when the residents hand over the lambs to you, it sort of adds a bit of legitimacy to the whole rustling business.

No money in rustling since Brexit, or sheep for that matter, imported New Zealand lamb is less than the cost of feeding them, I'd have a few hebridean sheep if they were going cheap.
 
Mind you, a few days later when the lamb was springing around my back garden, the farmer stopped at the fence to remark "" ee I didn't expect that to survive", he wasn't so daft as to risk anything that was worth a few bob:p
 
Saves him burying it, what are you going to do with it, they go from nice little lamb to something resembling a small hippo with 4 jumpers on in a strangely short space of time, and they get thicker as they get bigger, bit like a teenager you can eat when you get fed up looking at them.
No it's along time ago Alan. If I had recently given birth I'd either be in the Guiness book of records, or intensive care. Probably both.
I had another couple of lambs at our next home. And you're right.... they're really lovely and the children loved them, but after a few months of being mithered to death by them, you feel like you could happily slit their throats yourself.
 
Mind you, a few days later when the lamb was springing around my back garden, the farmer stopped at the fence to remark "" ee I didn't expect that to survive", he wasn't so daft as to risk anything that was worth a few bob:p

What kind was it? actually do you still have it, prime year old lamb's are making over £100 at the minute.
 
No it's along time ago Alan. If I had recently given birth I'd either be in the Guiness book of records, or intensive care. Probably both.
I had another couple of lambs at our next home. And you're right.... they're really lovely and the children loved them, but after a few months of being mithered to death by them, you feel like you could happily slit their throats yourself.

Look away bright, mothers can be hard:eek:

The fawn was seriously cute, of course every kid in the neigbourhood had to come back the next day to see it, and all left crying, it had white spots and big eye lashes, the whole Bambi.
 
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