Well, finally the other sheep seem to have accepted Rip Tide, at least they are not running away. Funny how I seem to be more concerned about Rip Tides happiness than about drawing up a sound business plan. Better get back to crunching the numbers. Right now I am swamped with eggs. Three refrigerators full. Gotta get out and find more customers. Marketing. Woopie!.

I'm trying to get the other boys to play nice, and include the new kid in class in their games with only limited success. There is nothing a sheep hates worse than being alone.

Well, here's Rip Tide. Not much in the breeding category (tto young and too small) but a sweet kid. As you can see, affectionate.

Well, now I have two rams! Rip tide just seemed too small to get up on the girls. So I put him in with the wethers (rams without their cojones) and drove up to Vermont to get an older ram to rent for 2 months. Ah yes, rent-a-ram. Poor Rip Tide. He now is trying to make friends with the five wethers. They just run from him. So an outcast with no home once again. Hope the guys will accept him soon otherwise I'll have to bring him into the house to keep him company. The ewes seemed to cozy up to the new ram right away. Guess they are ready for a little action. Maybe we'll have baby lambs in the spring after all.

Well it has been 12 days now since Rip Tide came on the scene. The girls seem to have accepted him. At lease they are not running away. In fact, two of the young ewes have let him try to mount them. Unfortunately they are larger that he is so no bulls eye yet. He is trying, however. He certainly is feeling his ramhood. As I sat with them in the barn tonight, you know, for a little quality time, Rip Tide gave me some good butts. "This is my territory, man." I do hope he is not all butt but no bang. Otherwise I will have to get another older ram. Not ideal.