Those three words are pretty straight-forward. Before I was even able to get photos, which is sad to say because we've had them for several weeks - I lost all but one of our sheep.
So, three nights ago we had four beautiful, sweet, adorable Finn sheep. Then two nights ago - Three younger sheep were sent in a flight for their life, running around in circles up and down the hills and around the stumps, shrubs, and small trees that dot our pasture until finally, horrible ends happened, and the next morning - hardly anything was left. I took notice but hardly thought much of the fact that by early morning, many ravens had already taken a great interest in our pasture. Didn't think much of it, as they've been doing that from time to time whether it be because of the ducks laying eggs willy nilly for them to snack on, or some other food or good thing was laying around for them to find. Once the day advanced closer to noon, I noticed that our older and only remaining sheep, Baby, was constantly bleeting and never stepped a foot in the back of the pasture where she and her fellow sheep spent nearly all of their recent weeks at. I mentioned this observation to a family member as well as never seeing the younger ones all day, so we trekked down to their favorite sleeping spot (they didn't sleep in the barn as they were scared of our new goats) and to my worry, found large obvious drag-marks through the grass that were laded with poop and trace wads of fleece. Towards the bottom of the main hill was a large sheep stomach. After that, more drag marks winded around stumps and bushes until they hit the back fence, which was bent over and adorned with segments of intestine. Several feet out into the forest behind our yard were continued drag-marks in the grass that stopped dead. We searched through the forest, quite a large radius, and never found any more signs.
Need less to say, I've never had large livestock taken by predators before, so this of course was quite a new and horrible thing. Our sweet remaining girl Baby followed us everywhere and never left our sight, despite her obvious distress and fear when sniffing the sites we walked around. She herself, though always with the other sheep, didn't have a single scratch on her. My fear naturally is that she witnessed it, as even today, - All she ever does is pace the very front of the pasture where the gate is, and bleet at us. All day. We all swear, if we let her, she'd pretty much become a house pet. She's always been the sweetest livestock animal we've ever had, but since the sad loss of the others - she's even more desperate for our attention and quite lonely. We lock her and our goats in the barn every night now, and hopefully with the forced time with the goats, she'll develop a bond with them.
So, yeah, so sorry to tell you but it's pretty much the big news is the bad news, and I've got no photos to place memorium by for those sheep that were eaten. All I can say is - RIP to all three. They didn't get names yet, but we had the little black and white ram: He was just getting his testosterone and began ramming his head into random objects, but otherwise was still very sweet to us. He had an attraction for the other smaller black sheep of ours, and was getting increasingly independent at times. He was always the second friendliest right behind Baby, and quite handsome, though just a few months old. He was a beautiful black with splashy white around his muzzle, underside, and legs. Then we had the two young girls - A small black girl with a slight white marking on her forehead, a very deep voice, and at first the shiest but quickly became very friendly. And, last but certainly not least, a beautiful white girl just a month older and nearly Baby's size. She had elegant upright ears and a most graceful expression with the finest fleece I've ever seen. She was also pretty shy but stubborn, too. Especially when it came to treats.
The rest of the animals are all okay, and we finally invested in a live animal trap. (Been needing one for years) It might not solve the coyote issue, but it will solve other predatory issues. The coyotes can be solved in a different, more direct manner. The trap is set tonight, so, we'll just wait and see what our first "present" is. . .
So, three nights ago we had four beautiful, sweet, adorable Finn sheep. Then two nights ago - Three younger sheep were sent in a flight for their life, running around in circles up and down the hills and around the stumps, shrubs, and small trees that dot our pasture until finally, horrible ends happened, and the next morning - hardly anything was left. I took notice but hardly thought much of the fact that by early morning, many ravens had already taken a great interest in our pasture. Didn't think much of it, as they've been doing that from time to time whether it be because of the ducks laying eggs willy nilly for them to snack on, or some other food or good thing was laying around for them to find. Once the day advanced closer to noon, I noticed that our older and only remaining sheep, Baby, was constantly bleeting and never stepped a foot in the back of the pasture where she and her fellow sheep spent nearly all of their recent weeks at. I mentioned this observation to a family member as well as never seeing the younger ones all day, so we trekked down to their favorite sleeping spot (they didn't sleep in the barn as they were scared of our new goats) and to my worry, found large obvious drag-marks through the grass that were laded with poop and trace wads of fleece. Towards the bottom of the main hill was a large sheep stomach. After that, more drag marks winded around stumps and bushes until they hit the back fence, which was bent over and adorned with segments of intestine. Several feet out into the forest behind our yard were continued drag-marks in the grass that stopped dead. We searched through the forest, quite a large radius, and never found any more signs.
Need less to say, I've never had large livestock taken by predators before, so this of course was quite a new and horrible thing. Our sweet remaining girl Baby followed us everywhere and never left our sight, despite her obvious distress and fear when sniffing the sites we walked around. She herself, though always with the other sheep, didn't have a single scratch on her. My fear naturally is that she witnessed it, as even today, - All she ever does is pace the very front of the pasture where the gate is, and bleet at us. All day. We all swear, if we let her, she'd pretty much become a house pet. She's always been the sweetest livestock animal we've ever had, but since the sad loss of the others - she's even more desperate for our attention and quite lonely. We lock her and our goats in the barn every night now, and hopefully with the forced time with the goats, she'll develop a bond with them.
So, yeah, so sorry to tell you but it's pretty much the big news is the bad news, and I've got no photos to place memorium by for those sheep that were eaten. All I can say is - RIP to all three. They didn't get names yet, but we had the little black and white ram: He was just getting his testosterone and began ramming his head into random objects, but otherwise was still very sweet to us. He had an attraction for the other smaller black sheep of ours, and was getting increasingly independent at times. He was always the second friendliest right behind Baby, and quite handsome, though just a few months old. He was a beautiful black with splashy white around his muzzle, underside, and legs. Then we had the two young girls - A small black girl with a slight white marking on her forehead, a very deep voice, and at first the shiest but quickly became very friendly. And, last but certainly not least, a beautiful white girl just a month older and nearly Baby's size. She had elegant upright ears and a most graceful expression with the finest fleece I've ever seen. She was also pretty shy but stubborn, too. Especially when it came to treats.
The rest of the animals are all okay, and we finally invested in a live animal trap. (Been needing one for years) It might not solve the coyote issue, but it will solve other predatory issues. The coyotes can be solved in a different, more direct manner. The trap is set tonight, so, we'll just wait and see what our first "present" is. . .