We have a burning question. When we were a little thing in overalls overseeing all the doings on our grandfathers farm we learnt a lot about sex. The years have dimmed the memories sadly, so we cant dredge our mind banks for the answer to this problem.
See, the thing is, because we are weekend worriers with a 10 acre block we
don't want the
hassle of owning stock so a lovely bloke up the road takes care of that by grazing his sheep here . Now presently we have a pick and mix flock on the place. Some white, some black, some black and white, some
shedders, some
woollies, a lot of girls and four big boys.
Now I remember helping my grandfather put a harness on the rams to know if they were
tupping - which is
shaggaroonied to all your city slickers.The harness was fitted with a coloured chalk under their belly. Each ram had a different colour. Some were very
vigorous while others pondered the task. And after they did the deed a smudge was left on the smiley faced ewe. We would lean on the fence and watch with interest the derring do of the big Southdown rams on many an afternoon ranking them for their sexual prowess.
Our rams have no harnesses and we reckon they take the weekend off. Haven't seen a single rogering and there is is no all out war like I remember in the rams of old. Hell I saw one break its neck in a fight once.
No, these big boys slink around the paddock - do the sniffy bum thing then curl their lips in disgust ( what do they expect ??!!) and then wander off.
We wonder if the time isn't right, that these rams are unionised and are only on the job Monday to Friday or horror of horrors are past their prime.
Anyways I now keep a close watch on them just to see if I can catch them in the act but despite my
ovine voyerism , I have yet to see a
woolly dirty deed done .
Methinks we need to give
Homepaddock a buzz and get her to impart some country wisdom. Or maybe Lambcut has the answer..
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