Showing posts with label hogget. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hogget. Show all posts

Tuesday 29 November 2016

Shetlands head off

For two nights in April 2015 we sat up in the stables. One of our Shetland ewes was in labour and she was taking her time about it.
It was our first lambing and it was a stressful experience, but a truly amazing one too.






The two lambs grew quickly and were soon meeting the rest of the outside world.






... including our new puppy, Boris


The reason for this reminiscence?
Well these two lambs were never going to become pets. Today, after 17 months growing up on the farm with us, it was time to send them off to you-know-where (when the livestock trailer makes an appearance, it's often bad news for someone!)

There was a tinge of sadness as they were the first lambs we had raised from birth, but we know they had a good life here.

We keep the Shetland lambs into their second year as they are a small breed and don't really get very big by their first winter. But the benefit for us is that they are a hardy breed which can survive the winter without much help. Being small, they present few difficulties with lambing. As they cost us very little to keep, they are perfectly suited to our needs. They are gradually enriching the grassland and they are a great way of managing it. We get the additional benefit of some very, very tasty meat. As they go off in their second year, the meat is officially classed as hogget.


edit (Wednesday 30th) I just picked up the lambs from the butchers (all packaged up in boxes.) They came in at 16.5kg and 16kg. I'd have liked a little bit more, but they were quite compact little sheep. Anyway, good things come in small packages.

Tuesday 19 August 2014

Playing God with Sheep. No more Head Butts!

Which ones have to go?
The trouble with rams is, like young men, they tend to let their hormones rule. They occasionally indulge in bouts of laddish behaviour, stomping about, sniffing the air and charging headlong at each other...THUD!
Because of this, the four Shetland rams which I purchased a few months ago were never going to all make it into their third year.

The lucky one, who I call Doc, is no longer intact, so to speak. This makes him a wether and as such he qualifies as a perfect companion for a fully equipped ram.
Doc
The unlucky one, I rather crassly named Hitler. He only has one ball. The castration ring obviously missed its mark.
Then there are the two who obviously breathed in deeply when the castration rings were being doled out. So I had to play god and decide which would survive.

The lucky survivor will spend his next few years sharing a paddock with Doc. Come late autumn he will get to visit the girls.

When some friends enquired about buying a lamb, I had to tell them that all the lambs for this year were sold, but that I did need to thin down a little on the Shetland rams. I suddenly wondered, is there such a thing as ram taint? For male pigs, once their hormones get active, can acquire a rather unpleasant taste, especially if kept with sows. This is known as boar taint. I researched the subject and found it to be a rather grey area. Some said that the meat may taste a bit stronger, 'goaty', but many said that they could taste no difference. The crucial thing seemed to be to send them off before they got too randy in the breeding season.
And so, for the last month, the Shetland rams have been living away from the ewes. Last Sunday was D-day. I'd chosen the survivor, based on his good looks, ample equipment (!) and on his size. I actually chose to go for the smaller of the rams - something a commercial farmer would surely not do - precisely because the whole point of Shetlands is that they are a smaller, slower growing breed. Most of the ones I eventually send for meat will be hogget, two year old sheep, for Shetland hogget is supposedly some of the best meat you can get. A smaller ram would make for simpler lambing in the spring too.

So the decision was made, the sheep were loaded into the trailer and off we went. The butcher will have collected them by the time I publish this and is going to hang them for a week. Today, though, I pick up the horns, since a couple of friends have requested them to use as handle for walking sticks / crooks.

Anyway, you're probably wondering who is the lucky survivor.


And here he is. I may even give him a name now. Any suggestions?

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