She has yet to deliver a lamb without help, so I called work and told them I was running late. I threw a waterproof suit over my work clothes and tried to help Grumpy deliver her lamb. She of course ran off, because, you know, we don't go though this every single year together. Mike lent a hand and we wrangled her into a pen.
Grumpy Ewe only ever has single lambs, and each one is always monstrous, both in size and temperament. I'm grateful she's only produced ram lambs, so at least I can eat them instead of perpetuating her crappy attitude in my flock. It only took a few minutes to help the lamb out, though Grumpy moaned and wailed the entire time. She should get an Oscar for her performances, (or whatever the sheep birthing award equivalent is.)
Meet Gigantor -
I shouldn't have watched a re-run of Night at the Museum over Easter
He's not even a whole day old in this photo. No wonder he came early. He was probably running out of space in there.
Gigantor is fine and I was only a half hour late for work. One down, eighteen to go,
Mike has his hands full with babies too. He found this last week -
The first pheasant egg of the season. Then, on Easter Sunday, we collected this -
Hatching season is already here. Get ready for lots of babies.