Besides the birth of our calf, we've had lambs born, too! Our very first lambs ever born on our baby homestead.
We have three
sheep, all Katahdin ewes that a generous neighbor had bred with her rams for us. We are pretty terrible at naming our livestock so our three sheep are called The White One, The Reddish One, and The Fuzzy Brown One. The first one to deliver was the white one. Each time we've had a sheep birth my husband has discovered it, come to tell me, and I've done the pregnant lady sprint out there with the baby in one hand and the camera in the other. :)
Here's our first ever lamb- a little ram! He's big and strong and sturdy, and so, so cute! Here he is just hours after being born. Can a creature GET any cuter?!
He had been nibbling on my son's boot here.
His favorite place to hang out is right behind this big salt lick. When he takes naps behind it he's nearly completely hidden.
As of several days ago, this was the entirety of our sheep flock. Look at how enormous the reddish sheep's belly is! (The white sheep came to us with a funky nose- it looks like maybe she ripped it on some fencing a long time ago)
The next sheep to give birth was the fuzzy brown one. However, that birth didn't have a happy ending. She had twins, but they both died. She was a first time mom unlike the other two. Apparently it's not at all unheard of for first time sheep mamas to have a lot of problems. Our rabbits are the same way! Our first time rabbit moms lose their first litters more often than not. We always give them another chance, as we will with Miss Fuzzy Brown.
One early morning my husband discovered she had given birth (we didn't know exactly when they were due). One twin was already dead, the other was alive but teeny tiny and super weak. She wouldn't stand up to nurse- she never did stand up. We helped guide her face to her mom's udder, and she seemed to drink a few times. But by the afternoon she was too weak to latch on anymore so we milked her mama so we could bottle feed the lamb. She kinda drank a little, but then stopped and by evening she was fading away fast. We kept up trying to bottle feed her, but she died that night.
At one point during the day my 7 yr old said "hey, maybe we should name the lamb Mary". Our 5 yr old then immediately said, "or Mesopotamia!" which gave me a good laugh. Unfortunately I only snapped one picture of little Mesopotamia all day long. She was just 3 pounds and even though the ram lamb was only a couple days older than her, she wasn't any taller than just his legs! She is the tiny little brown & white thing lying in the straw in the almost-middle of this picture. Poor tiny little Mesopotamia.
And then, only a few hours ago, our third ewe gave birth! I had actually loaded and saved all the above pictures in my drafts yesterday, but had to add these just now. :) The reddish sheep had gotten sooo wide, we assumed she was carrying twins. And aren't they cute! One looks just like a mini-mom, she's a girl. The other is a neat black and white color and is a ram. They were already up, walking and enthusiastically nursing before they'd dried off or the mama had delivered the placenta! And they're huge compared to weak little Mesopotamia. They seem like good, strong, healthy lambs.
And now here is the entirely of our sheep flock. ;)
And here is a hilarious picture of our very goofy sheep. Several days ago I found her just wandering around with all this hay on her head just like a wig. Too bad the photo's not a little clearer, she wouldn't hold still! But her wig sure gave me a good laugh.
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