LAMB CREEP.

Marlborough Express, Volume XXXVI, Issue 277, 29 November 1902, Page 6 (Supplement)

LAMB CREEP.

Convenient Device For Feeding Lambs Bo-

fore They Are Weaned,

To feed grain to lambs it is best to have a part of a pen or corner of a field fitted for this purpose, so that the lambs may have a special place to feed. In a pen in the shed a corner may be easily divided off and in the field a sheltered place where the flock may be in the

LAMB CREEP. A. Peg for shifting sliding frame. B. Sliding frame. C. Horizontal rollers. D. Upright rollers. • habit, of gathering should foe selected. The simplest way of making a lamb creep is to take two strips, long enough to reach, across the corner of the pen and strong enough to hold stiffly the narrow, upright pieces that should btt nailed to them about one foot apart at first.

As the lambs grow, the spaces between the uprights must be increased. An ingenious and very useful construction specially devised for this purpose is shown in the picture. It can be readily seen from the illustration how the size of the opening may be easily changed by shifting the peg at A. By doing that the sliding frame, B, is moved, and that throws the upright rollers, D, closer or farther apart. The scale of the plan is one inch to the foot.

The framework of the creep is made of light, flat, iron strips. The upright and horizontal rollers are made of hard wood, about 2 inches in diameter. The creep is 3 feet 4 inches high and 4 feet 6 inches wide. • The stationary, upright rollers are a foot apart and 2 feet long. The illustration shows the creep opened as wide as possible. The two end strips of iron are extended so that the creep may be readily driven into the ground, and by running a board partition from either side it is easy to separate a small apartment for the lambs, either in the sheds or fields.

Inside the apartment for the lambs we have a small wooden trough that is specially suited for feeding lambs. It differs from an ordinary grain trough for feeding grain to sheep in that a nfcrrow strip runs along the top of the trough about eight inches above the center of the part of the trough that holds the grain. This is to keep the lambs out of the trough. In crowding for their feed they would get into the trough with their feet and spoil the food if it were not for this arrangement.—Professor J. A.

Hiding His Hobby.

A Long Island man, Dr. Jackson, is an enthusiastic breeder of ponies—Shetland, Iceland and Welsh. The Rural New Yorker, from which our illustration is copied, has the following:

Here we see him really "riding his hobby," for he stands astride of the smallest mature pony in the country. This is Sugar Plum, a "skewbald" Shetland mare 4 years old and fully grown and developed. You can see that the doctor stands fiat footed on the ground without sitting or throwing any weight upon the little horse. This is a good way to "ride a hobby"—keep it under perfect control and show it off to the best advantage and still do not injure it and "ride it to death."

RIDING HIS HOBBY. The pony breeding business is profitable to those who understand it and are properly fixed to conduct it. There is a demand for dwarfs and giants. These bring the high prices, while the ordinary sized horses, unless of very superior quality, will bring only ordinary prices. A hundred of the little fellows turned out in the paddock together form a picture to delight the eye. It is only in size that these ponies are inferior to their bigger brethren. In endurance they are no whit behind the larger horses, indeed it is claimed by the doctor that he can drive more miles in six days with a team of ponies than can be made by a team of horses. They are tough and wiry, and while they cannot travel so fast as the horses of greater size they can keep at it for more consecutive hours. For intelligence and responsiveness to training they really excel, and in kindness and affectionate dispositions they are far better equipped, as a rule.

A reporter of a New York daily paper, lately described the Guernsey breed of j cattle as "spotted Shorthorns, always' plump." The same young man would probably describe a Shire horse as a Shetland pony, always t>lumt>.

How to Be Happy. Old Gene—On the eve of your marriage let me give you a piece of advice. Remember when your wife's next birthday comes and give her a handsome present. Young Man—-Yes, of course. "Give her the best your pocket can buy every birthday, but at Christmas, New Ywar'sand such times give her only inexpensive little tokens. Form that habit." 44Yes, but why?" "It will pay." "I presume so." "Yes. In a few years you can begin to forget the birthdays, and she won't say* Word."—New York Weekly. A Sure Sign.

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