I came home today just ahead of a thunderstorm. I was running around feeding chickens and ducks, letting rams out to eat hay for a couple hours, running feed to momma with ewe lamb, and then running out to the ewe barn as the first raindrops started to fall. I had checked everybody this morning (pre-dawn) before rushing off to work, and everybody “appeared” to be normal. If they were having contractions, they weren’t sharing that with me, unlike the Montadale ewes that I used to have that would moan and groan loudly and need to have their hooves held, so to speak.
I saw a little nose peeking out from a lean-to attached to the side of the ewe barn, and found a ewe with newborn twin ewe lambs inside. Momma had the lambs cleaned, fed, and sheltered. I’ll check her again tonight, but she seems to be doing a fine job and her lil’ girls are already bouncing around playing.
I don’t want to get too celebratory over the three new ewe lambs yet and how this will help me rebuild my dog-ravaged flock; after all, I may come home tomorrow and find that they managed to hang themselves in a fence or drown themselves in a water tub. (Yes, both of these things have happened in the past along with a ewe lamb jumping around an azalea bush and catching her neck in a forked branch and hanging herself, a ewe lamb lying down for a nap on a fire ant bed and succumbing to anaphylactic shock from the bites, and lambs being stepped on and accidentally killed by non-parental ewes or deliberately killed by really bitchy ewes. Since I’ve gotten out of Montadales, I haven’t had any lambs killed by ewes.)
I’m cautiously optimistic that after a couple of years with hardly any ewe lambs born, mother nature may be having mercy on my small flock. *sigh* I hope I’m not jinxing myself.
I’ll post pictures as soon as I can; however, with my commute, I don’t have a lot of time before dark when I get home, and that time is spent running around getting the essentials done before dark.
Saturday I’ve got to make a trip up into middle Georgia, and I’m really worried about the sheep being okay while I’m gone for I have several more pregnant ewes waiting to lamb, and it’s going to be a nasty cold day Saturday, just the sort of weather ewes like to lamb in.