The Raddle and the Ram

In which I am unwittingly re-indoctrinated into FARMING.  

I come from an actual farm in Galway but I had a love-hate relationship with it as a child (loved pet lambs, hated the mortification of holding up traffic to move livestock between fields). Over the Summer Colm and his brother increased their small flock of sheep that they started when we lived here for my maternity leave last year.

I thought it  was just a fad then.

But it’s not.

Last Thursday I was asked to help.

Blue raddle paint

Colm                     Get the raddle paint, put it on there.

Adrienne             What, I’m doing this?!

Colm                     Yes, I have to hold the ram still.

Adrienne             Maybe I can hold the ram still?

Colm                     No, you can’t. Get the raddle there.

Adrienne             How do I put it on?! Should I get a paintbrush?

Colm                     Use the gloves there.

Adrienne                Where do I put it?

Colm            Around there- wait! Where are you going with it?!

Adrienne             Under his belly back here?

Colm                     No, no, no! It doesn’t go near his lad!

Adrienne             I didn’t think it had to go near his lad!

Colm                    Well, it goes to his front.

Adrienne             I’m spilling it now.

Colm                     Hurry up, we can’t hold him here for long.

Adrienne             I’m trying. I can’t see what I’m doing.

Colm                     Don’t put it on so high on his front.

Adrienne             Well, where then?!

Colm                     Lower down! On his chest.

Adrienne             Here?! Or where?

Colm                     You tell me. Have you his front well covered?

Adrienne             I don’t know! I can’t see and he keeps wriggling.

Colm                     Where is the child meanwhile –

Adrienne             He’s just there. To child. Get down from there!

I’m getting this stuff on my dress.

Colm                     What are you wearing?! You’re sheep farming!

Adrienne             Says who! I never wanted to be a sheep farmer!

Colm                     Why are you rubbing it on his face?!

Adrienne             I’m not rubbing it on his face, I’m trying to rub it OFF his face!

Colm                     How are you getting it everywhere?!

Adrienne             I don’t know!  I want to make sure I get enough on.

Colm                     I think you’ve probably managed that all right.

Adrienne             No smart comments!

Colm                     Is he done do you think? Will we let him out to the yard?

Adrienne             I have no idea!  I’m not a sheep farmer!

Colm                     Let him out there till we see.

Oh Christ. What have you done to the ram.

Adrienne             Oh dear.

Sorry ram.

The raddled ram

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About Adrienne

Mother, yoga teacher aspirant, digital media enthusiast, archaeologist. Embracing countryside-living again after years of city lights. Still attempting, sporadically, to blog!
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14 Responses to The Raddle and the Ram

  1. The knees says:

    Well done Adrienne. Glad to see the Cortoon colours happening. No nice earings though it seems, to go with the new look! Guess what I’m up to these days . . .

  2. Deirdre says:

    If I see any blue on you at the weekend I’ll know why! Good Monaghan colours! 🙂

    • Adrienne says:

      Oh yes!! Monaghan colours too! I just about have it washed off me 😉 but my farming jacket is still destroyed with it (oh dearie I have a *farming* jacket now …. !)

  3. Rebecca says:

    The joys of sheep-farming Adrienne, you had me in stitches!

  4. Kathy says:

    So funny and so true about the mortification holding the traffic up xxx

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  8. Adrienne. Don’t feel bad, there was a Dublin native who took over his aunts farm and had a neighbour helping. God rest them all as they have gone to their eternal reward. A comment he made when discussing raddling the ram is still talked about. ” Is it on his Bollix that I put the Raddle”.

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