A pair of twin male lambs was born last night. I had hoped that this wouldn't happen while my patrones were away, because I didn't want to deal with it, but it was no big deal. When a mother has new lambs you want to sequester her away from the group in her own stall so you can give her her own food and water and keep the offspring from getting bopped around. To lure the mama to the stall you just pick up the babies, hold them in front of her nose, and walk backwards toward where you want to go. I think this is one of the more gentle methods of coercion in the business.
So should I name these twins? Castor and Pollux? Heckyl and Jeckyl? Avon and Stringer? Whatever. Some lambs are just better know by the number on the plastic tag that gets clipped to their ear on day four of life, right after they get elastic bands around their balls and tail.
Once my am chores were completed today I drove down to see my great friends and surrogate Oregon parents Kurt & Jan. They are wonderful people and their house and garden should be in magazines. Kurt and I diagnosed and treated a mysteriously depressurized garden hose.
My patrones have been totally cool about loaning me their wheels while they are gone, so I went down to Netarts in Sage's diesel Passat. I love this car! The intrepid Deutsch handling and smooth acceleration allow me to attack these lowland coastal roads with at level of agression well above the limits of the rigs that I typically drive. But don't worry dear ones, the antithesis voice is also speaking: "Better watch your speed Casey Jones. You would hate to hydroplane through one of these curves. Not to mention all the police in the area. Remember the old saying about Tillamook County, you come on vacation, you leave on probation."
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