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Baymule
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Frimplepants had twin girls!
Baymule’s 2025 Lambing
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Yay on the twin ewe lambs. Look at the long "mane" on the one on the right in the picture...
blessedfarmgirl
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Yay for ewes and yay for color!! They are beautiful.
Mini Horses
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Color!! 
They'll have playmates soon -- Granny can't keep them in there much longer! 
Baby season is so exciting!
They'll have playmates soon -- Granny can't keep them in there much longer! Baby season is so exciting!
Ridgetop
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Love the colors! Can't wait to hear how many lambs Granny has. Love that she has shed out completely.
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Baymule
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Granny had twins last night. A ram lamb and a ewe lamb. The ram lamb has one brown spot on a hind leg.
The ewe lamb is white.
Granny seems to be suffering from SMS, Stupid Mother Syndrome, as if she has one lamb, she is happy while the other lamb bleats pitiously.
I couldn’t get her to follow me while I held her babies down low. I went and got feed and Greedy Granny quickly abandoned the screaming brats for a luxurious repast at the Hotel Sheep Momma and Spa. Sorry Granny, Babies come too, it’s part of the deal.
A soft rain is falling but I have to go to churching 15 minutes. I gobbled down 2 scrambled eggs, the last of coffee and a quick shower.
After church I can put a couple of half hog panels in the pen and shelter to coop Granny up with her lambs. If I have to, I’ll tie her up during the day like I had to do early this spring with another SMS ewe.
Granny has to learn to count, at least to 2. Come on, how hard can that be? She has 4 feet!
The ewe lamb is white.
Granny seems to be suffering from SMS, Stupid Mother Syndrome, as if she has one lamb, she is happy while the other lamb bleats pitiously.
I couldn’t get her to follow me while I held her babies down low. I went and got feed and Greedy Granny quickly abandoned the screaming brats for a luxurious repast at the Hotel Sheep Momma and Spa. Sorry Granny, Babies come too, it’s part of the deal.
A soft rain is falling but I have to go to churching 15 minutes. I gobbled down 2 scrambled eggs, the last of coffee and a quick shower.
After church I can put a couple of half hog panels in the pen and shelter to coop Granny up with her lambs. If I have to, I’ll tie her up during the day like I had to do early this spring with another SMS ewe.
Granny has to learn to count, at least to 2. Come on, how hard can that be? She has 4 feet!
SageHill
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WOW!! Congrats on all the lambs. And Frimplepants' twins! Ewes and color - it doesn't get better than that!! 
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Baymule
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I didn’t stay for church. I taught class, preacher’s wife helped and I came home.
I want to strangle Granny and I darn near did. I made a small pen with a half hog panel long wise and a quarter hog panel on the end.
I carried her babies to it. Granny was content to let me take them to Lammy Day Care. So I rattled a feed pan and she came running. I closed her up in it. Granny had a meltdown.
Take someone who has a phobia for rats, cockroaches, spiders and snakes and close them up in a 6’x4’ space with all the above and watch their reaction. I think their reaction would take second place to Granny. She was climbing the wire, screaming BAABAABAAABAAAAA, ewe language for lots of bad words, all directed at me. Then she started bashing both babies. I went and got a collar and a leash and snubbed her up. Nope. Not having that. Granny flung herself down and started choking to the point of tremors. Of course I had to rescue her, the whole purpose of this is so I don’t have a bottle baby, much less two of them.
It was drizzling rain. That always adds to the fun. The roof of the pallet shelter leaks. I’m an excellent builder if your expectations are very low.
The rams, Rocky and Little Ringo seemed to have called a truce and stopped bashing each other. Instead they ganged up on tearing apart the small tarp on the chain link wire wall on their house that previously served as a dog kennel for the former owners. The tarp blocks rain blowing in and helps to keep the afternoon sun from baking them like a pan of cookies. It was in shreds. They were CHEWING! Were the dummies EATING it? That’s all I need. So I put them in my front yard and went back to the Battle of Granny.
I sat down in the dirt and grabbed her collar, got the little ram up to her udder and he was hungry! Granny of course took off to run NASCAR laps around the pen, dragging me in the mud puddle. I got a crash course in Sheep Are Stronger Than You 101. There will be a test on that later.
Let’s try this again. Death grip on collar, both feet against her side, pushing her against the wall. Push little guy up to eat and he did. Granny kicked him off, I pushed him back up to suck. Granny kicked him off, I pushed him back. Rinse, repeat. Granny fought me, I choked her, she dragged me, ram lamb somehow got to suck in the middle of all this.
And where was Frimplepants and her two lambs? Out in the rain, in the far corner, keeping her girls away from the riff raff that just invaded their peaceful abode. There goes the neighborhood.
I went in the rams pen and cut loose the shreds that remained of the tarp. Rain was picking up, they were glad to get back in their dog kennel.
I battled with Granny some more until the little guy had a full tummy. I let loose of the collar. Granny butted him away. By this time I was wet, muddy and thinking Granny could be guest of honor at a BarBeCue. Wet and bedraggled, I headed to the house.
I changed clothes and made some homemade hot cocoa. I get to do this again in a couple of hours. This time I’m taking a halter so the temptation to strangle her doesn’t give me opportunity.
I’m getting some more hot cocoa and contemplating just why I have sheep …..
I want to strangle Granny and I darn near did. I made a small pen with a half hog panel long wise and a quarter hog panel on the end.
I carried her babies to it. Granny was content to let me take them to Lammy Day Care. So I rattled a feed pan and she came running. I closed her up in it. Granny had a meltdown.
Take someone who has a phobia for rats, cockroaches, spiders and snakes and close them up in a 6’x4’ space with all the above and watch their reaction. I think their reaction would take second place to Granny. She was climbing the wire, screaming BAABAABAAABAAAAA, ewe language for lots of bad words, all directed at me. Then she started bashing both babies. I went and got a collar and a leash and snubbed her up. Nope. Not having that. Granny flung herself down and started choking to the point of tremors. Of course I had to rescue her, the whole purpose of this is so I don’t have a bottle baby, much less two of them.
It was drizzling rain. That always adds to the fun. The roof of the pallet shelter leaks. I’m an excellent builder if your expectations are very low.
The rams, Rocky and Little Ringo seemed to have called a truce and stopped bashing each other. Instead they ganged up on tearing apart the small tarp on the chain link wire wall on their house that previously served as a dog kennel for the former owners. The tarp blocks rain blowing in and helps to keep the afternoon sun from baking them like a pan of cookies. It was in shreds. They were CHEWING! Were the dummies EATING it? That’s all I need. So I put them in my front yard and went back to the Battle of Granny.
I sat down in the dirt and grabbed her collar, got the little ram up to her udder and he was hungry! Granny of course took off to run NASCAR laps around the pen, dragging me in the mud puddle. I got a crash course in Sheep Are Stronger Than You 101. There will be a test on that later.
Let’s try this again. Death grip on collar, both feet against her side, pushing her against the wall. Push little guy up to eat and he did. Granny kicked him off, I pushed him back up to suck. Granny kicked him off, I pushed him back. Rinse, repeat. Granny fought me, I choked her, she dragged me, ram lamb somehow got to suck in the middle of all this.
And where was Frimplepants and her two lambs? Out in the rain, in the far corner, keeping her girls away from the riff raff that just invaded their peaceful abode. There goes the neighborhood.
I went in the rams pen and cut loose the shreds that remained of the tarp. Rain was picking up, they were glad to get back in their dog kennel.
I battled with Granny some more until the little guy had a full tummy. I let loose of the collar. Granny butted him away. By this time I was wet, muddy and thinking Granny could be guest of honor at a BarBeCue. Wet and bedraggled, I headed to the house.
I changed clothes and made some homemade hot cocoa. I get to do this again in a couple of hours. This time I’m taking a halter so the temptation to strangle her doesn’t give me opportunity.
I’m getting some more hot cocoa and contemplating just why I have sheep …..
