We had 10 sheep that were going to be mothers. 9 of them are now mothers – the last one died inexplicably yesterday, after having given birth to a pretty little lamb. There is an explanation, actually – there was very likely a second lamb stuck in there. The breed of sheep that we have (Norwegian wild sheep) very rarely have two lambs, but this one did, or so it would seem. Several of her colleagues did so too this year, but they usually pop them out like champagne corks, so when she’d had her one, we thought she was done.
We hadn’t really planned on hand-rearing a lamb this year, and maybe we won’t have to. One of the other lambs was “forgotten” by its mother, and was denied acces to all the udders around. She rose to the challenge, and took it upon herself to survive, against all odds. So, she trots around, and steals milk from all the sheep – a little here, and a little there. She looks as if she’s going to make it, and is almost as well fed as the others.
We’re hoping for another tenacious one. If not, we’ll just have to get her one of those pet beds in the bathroom, name her Mary’s, and feed her from a bottle.
Yes. Will take pictures. They’re adorable little potential barbecues.
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