While sheep were getting sheared Friday, I noted a bag on a little yearling ewe that looked a little plump to be a nursing mother. “I don’t think you’ve lambed yet!” I told her. A lamb inside the barn baaaaaaed at her, though, so I thought I was mistaken. After all, perhaps I didn’t recognize her with her wool off. The chunky, blocky creatures in full fleece are, when sheared, doe-like and graceful in appearance.
So, I went out to feed this evening and there she was with a newborn lamb. A lamb with an ivory coat but with black head and legs, the first one of that color I’ve ever had. Say WHAT?
So, now I have another nervous yearling mother (the lamb I bottle fed/am bottle feeding had a mother that was only 10 months old) that may or may not have enough milk for this tiny little ram, the size of a smallish house cat. Now that mom’s deflated, she appears to be on the thin side.
I sure would like to sneak out there tonight and find her feeding the lamb. I don’t want to do feedings every 2 or 3 hours! No more midnight, 2 a.m., 4 a.m. and 6 a.m. feedings, please!
Update: When I checked the lamb LATE last night, mom had him under shelter in the pasture, and he was nosing around for food at the right end. She was helpfully lifting her leg out of the way to make his search for the teat easier.
This morning, she had him in the barn with the other sheep, and he was sleeping under a manger. I stuck a finger inside his mouth. It was warm, indicating that he had suckled recently. I checked under his tail–bright yellow feces (from nursing mom) were present. If he doesn’t run into difficulties from being trampled, getting stuck in fence, etc., he should be okay. I haven’t seen him urinate, so I don’t yet know if his waterworks is functioning properly.