And, a third lamb!

Bear, one of the new Hampshires, was looking rather out of sorts today. The Reluctant Farmer noticed that nothing seemed to make her happy: she pawed at the ground, sat down, and then got up and repeated the procedure a few feet away. She rammed other ewes who got in her way, and kept trying to get comfortable and didn't seem to be succeeding.

The Boy and I were away from the farm at the District Public Speaking competition, so we missed all this entertainment. The Reluctant Farmer was busy installing flooring, so he kept an eye on the happenings outside, figuring a lamb must be on the way (I believe his words were more along the lines of "I know a grumpy pregnant female that's about to have a baby when I see one"). Well, he was right: in the ten minutes between one glance out the window and the next, the lamb arrived! This is a bit of a surprise, as usually the process takes some time and there are clear signs that the whole thing is underway.

Being the good Farmer that he is, the Reluctant Farmer moved the mama sheep and her new lamb into the isolation pen. We were actually on our way home, so we were able to get outside and help The Boy do all those lambing tasks that are so important: making sure the lamb is fully dry, dipping the umbilical cord in iodine to prevent infection, tagging the ear so we know who she is and who she belongs to, and docking the tail so that the grown sheep won't be afflicted with fly strike in the heat of summmer.

So, we now have yet another ewe lamb - or, more precisely, The Boy has a new baby ewe lamb in his flock. The mama sheep, Bear, is officially part of his 4-H flock, and so this lamb will be his prospect ewe for the project year.

How to get a mama sheep to follow you

To get a mama sheep to follow you, you pick up her baby and carry it, low to the ground, where the mama can see it.

You have to remember that "low to the ground" part. If you pick up the baby and hold it up too high, the mama can't find it: baby lambs are short and mama sheep know this, so they won't bother looking for their baby three feet up off the ground. She'll lose track of the baby and wander back to where she last saw it ... and then you get to try again.

I figure by now you can guess out how I know this. :)

Here are some pictures of me getting Jaws and the newly arrived Dingledork across the pasture and into the isolation pen:

Two lambs in two days!

The Reluctant Farmer looked out the window Sunday morning, came back to the bedroom door and said “Well, get dressed!”

Jaws (the Columbia ewe that I acquired this past summer - she's very sweet, I'm not sure why she's called Jaws) was out in the pasture with her new baby.

The new lamb was up and walking around, nursing all on her own, and very sturdy. She’s got some funny looking spots (she is half Hampshire and half Columbia: Columbia sheep are all white, and Hampshires have black faces and legs … somehow, the crossbreeds seem to end up with spots!) and with those long lamb legs and big adorable ears, she just looks cute and goofy.

The Reluctant Farmer named this one Dingledork. It’s a name he uses for people who are being goofy or weird (“Oh, come on, don’t be such a dingledork…”), and it just seemed to suit her. He had added this name to the list of “D” names early on, and when we saw this lamb, it just seemed to fit!

Pictures will be posted as soon as we get them uploaded.

Oh, we also measured and weighed both new lambs today: they are BIG babies! Dilly Bar is 13 lbs and Dingledork is 15. They were both out meandering around the pasture today, poking at the fresh straw and investigating their new world.

Lambs are great.

My family

My family, all of them, at The Boy's 4-H Public Speaking contest a few weekends ago.

Handsome crew, eh?

Dinosaur Boy (and Bob, in the background)

The first of this year's lambs

I got up this morning and checked out the window, as always, and I thought I saw something small and dark in the pasture. I looked again, and realized that it was a cat. :)

Then, I thought I saw something else ... and when I looked again, I saw that indeed, it was a lamb!

We all got dressed and headed out to welcome our newcomer: the lamb was really quite new, not even fully dried off. We got the mama sheep and the baby into the isolation pen, and checked to see how they were doing. The lamb seemed rather weak and was shivering: she was not strong enough to nurse, and without that immediate dose of milk, a lamb will quickly develop hypothermia. Many who get that nasty first chill don't make it, even with subsequent intervention.

So, realizing how chilled this baby was, we apologized to the mama sheep and took the baby indoors to warm up: the little lamb's temperature was pretty low, so we submerged everything but her head in a bucket of warm water to ease her shivers. I spent a few minutes collecting some of that precious first milk for the lamb, and then we used a tube inserted into the baby lamb's stomach to get the milk into her: we use a tube rather than a bottle so as not to confuse the baby's sucking reflexes, it is the same reason that human mothers who nurse their babies avoid using bottles.

The lamb warmed up after about ten minutes in the water, and we let her dry out while we ate our Saturday breakfast of waffles and strawberries (a special breakfast made in response to a request from Dinosaur Boy). One more dose of milk (this time from a syringe, as she was much more energetic and I thought she might fight against the tube) and the lamb was sufficiently recovered to rejoin her mama Pugsy outside. Bob took up his position just outside the pen when we arrived with the lamb, guarding the new family.

The new lamb has been christened Dilly Bar as she was rather frozen, and as a purebred Hampshire, although she is gray and black now, she'll be white and black in fairly short order. It seemed a good name for the start of the season!

All the lambs this year will have names that start with D ... we've started a list of ideas, and we're anxiously awaiting the next arrival!

Sick Kids

We've had a round of strep throat in the house this past week, and I'm not feeling 100% myself.

Princess Girl just showed up with a really interesting rash, even after her antibiotics are finished, so I suspect we've landed in "interesting times".

I think I'll go get a cup of tea. That helps a sore throat, right?