Some History by Robert Grosz (pg. 16)

    We tried the same thing on cousin George Isberwood one time, without the corn, but with very similar results. Apparently it smarts a bit! His mother was furious.

    Back to the sheep. Lambing time was January. That meant the lambs were marketable by Easter. I'm not sure why Easter was the big market but prices were always best then. As always, there's some dumb ewe who would have twins and would only accept one lamb. She wouldn't feed the other.

    There is one of two solutions. Feed the miserable little cuss on a bottle or find a cow. We had a cow, at least one, but this one was little. Yes in stature too but, I mean she was little. Little teats! (there's a line there somewhere.) So the Jersey cow got the duty of feeding the motherless lambs. They would charge into the stable from their place in the overshed" and butt her and eat till their bellies were this big around. Then I had to pour whatever of the contents of a tablespoonful of castor oil into them. Cows milk doesn't do the job.

    Those little beggars got to understand that after they had fed a while and saw me coming, it was best to leave the area. Ever try to catch a lamb with a tablespoonful of castor oil in one hand? One of the two escapes.

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