A few days ago, I emailed the man I bought my sheep from just to double check when I should expect lambs to show up. He told me that the first one should be due at the end of this month.
Friday, I went out at about 2 to feed and check everyone, just like every day. It didn’t look like anyone was close to lambing, so I left them out in the corral and came inside again. About 4:30, I checked again and Annie had had 2 lambs. One had died, and the other was very, very cold. I ended up bringing that one inside because I couldn’t get her warmed up outside. It took 3 hours for her to perk up enough to start bawling.
I’ll spare you the picture I took in the corral before I realized how cold she was. She was early enough that her one eye was still fused shut, and she has no fat on her at all, so it’s a bit of a struggle to keep her warm, but so far, so good.
My barn got finished, not one day too soon.
Annie is such a good mom. I expected her to act like most sheep do and reject the baby after I’d had her inside for so long, but she grabs that baby back right away. And boy, does she ever have fits when I take her away. The baby still isn’t nursing, with her rough start, it took her about 24 hours to start standing and walking, but she’ll get there. For now, she walks around and stands underneath the udder, but can’t seem to figure out what to do once she’s there. So we’re milking Annie and bottle feeding and hoping they can get it figured out.
SmallKid is quite concerned about her baby. She got very mad at me yesterday, because I’d told her that the baby needs lots of milk to grow big & strong. Apparently, that means that the baby needs all of the milk and I shouldn’t be offering milk to SmallKid.
Of course, we get a lamb on the day that both my kids come down with some sort of plague, as you can see, BigKid isn’t feeling the greatest.