Every night, I go to bed at midnight or later, after feeding little orphan lambs & making one last barn check for late-night lamb-ers. Then I get up at 3 or 4 a.m. and do it again--every night since Easter. I know, I shouldn't whine. Some people have HUGE flocks, mine is tiny. I do get tired, though.
I lost two ewe lambs simply because I wasn't THERE at the birth, this year. It's made me hypervigilant. Last year I lost no lambs.
Bluebell and her two daughters are still holding out. Maple will wait a loonnng time, while Bluebell & Yarrow could go within a few days.
In the meantime, let's admire Minwawe Panda with her lookalike daughter and coal-black son:
And one of LRO April's little brown boys (April ALWAYS has perfect little brown lambs.)
And one of me in the barn, watching a ewe lamb, while Lily the orphan practiced jumping up on my bench.
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