Bet that got your attention. To be clear, the pregnancy is not mine, thank goodness, but Garnet’s. Seems she’s quite the Fertile Myrtle. My highly-advanced shepherdess ciphering indicates she conceived these little sweeties just a month after her ram lamb was born. Wowee. She’s due for a nice, long, breeding-free vacation. But neither she nor we would wish away these delightful twin lambs. Sophia is the freckle-nosed ewe; her brother Shall Not Be Named.
I was utterly and blissfully unaware that Garnet was laboring. I had suspected she was near her due date, but was currently being steamrolled by a combination Chicken Butchering / Death in the Family punch in the face. Had I known she was in labor and felt the slightest inclination to drop everything and help her…I’d be writing this post from the padded confines of the Deep End, where I surely would have plummeted. That said, once the lambs were discovered (Isadora: Mom! You’re never going to believe this, but Garnet has had twins!) little Sophia seemed a bit lethargic. I couldn’t quite tell if she was eating well enough. Then I realized she was too weak to stand and I kicked into Sheep Midwife gear and gave her some warmed colostrum from the freezer via a rubber tube that I carefully guided down her throat. Then I worried. A lot.
But she bounced back, quite literally, and has stolen our hearts.
OH! I just remembered that I promised you a recap of shearing. I think that should be possible before the week is through.