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Topic: Ohhh…. (02/04/10)
TITLE: Living on a Farm Has a Lot of Perks
By Verna Mull
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I was really quite excited, but that was one animal that had never graced our farm before, as far as I knew.
Daddy said, “Well, what are you going to name her:” I thought and thought. Well, we had been studying in school about Betsy Ross making the U.S. flag. I had been really impressed, so, I said “Betsy Ross!” Daddy just grinned, and showed me how to care for Betsy Ross.
Well, that was the beginning of a relationship that I have always treasured. I learned to feed and care for Betsy Ross, and we formed quite a bond.
The time came for Betsy Ross to give birth, and to my surprise, she had twin lambs! I was in school at the time, so I missed the main event, but when I arrived home, Daddy said, “Come see your new little lambs!” This actually seemed very exciting! ((My mother was probably upset, because I didn’t even change my clothes before rushing out to see the lambs!) “Ohhh,” I squealed, as I viewed the wobbly little lambs. They were so small, and seemed so helpless.
Immediately, I began to hold them, carry them, and, yes, learned to warm the milk and get it ready to feed them. Feeding them was not a chore; it was a great deal of fun! Of course, Betsy Ross did her share of feeding too. They just needed to be supplemented a bit.
Fortunately, both little lambs lived, and soon became very good friends of mine.
My father always ‘blew” a stack of straw in the sheep yard, when they hauled in the oats shocks and threshed the grain. The lambs and I chased one another up and down that stack. Of course, I used the straw to bed the sheep down at night.
The lambs and I developed quite a game. I would run to the top of the stack, and they would follow. At the top, they would butt me with their heads, and I would roll down the stack! The next trip, I would shove them off, and they would go rolling down. Well, my father took a dim view of this game. After all, it was he who would have had to pay the veterinary, or the local Dr., if either the sheep or I had broken a leg!
These were my first lambs, and later there were more. One of the twin lambs was a ewe lamb, so she was bred, along with her mother, but I had to say “Goodbye” to the little male lamb when h went to market.
I have no memory of any financial gain that year, but I do remember about my “lamb money” on a later year; but that is another story, and, quite another lesson!
I did learn about responsibility, about the danger of damaging the sheep, or myself. I also learned what it meant to spend so many hours with a dear friend, (my lambs), and having to tell him good-by. On the farm, there are many repeat lessons on the latter. The calves, pigs, and chickens also had to go to be butchered for food, or to the market. This was a good lesson of the realities of life, which is a difficult lesson for me to accept, even today.
Well, all of farming is not “perks” but an education of its own!
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