Baymule’s 2025 Lambing

[SageHill]

Ahh damn. Gorgeous. Damn Damn Damn. Glad it looks like Specks will be ok. Maybe next time

 

[Baymule]

Ahh damn. Gorgeous. Damn Damn Damn. Glad it looks like Specks will be ok. Maybe next time

That’s EXACTLY what I kept repeating. Damn damn damn. Poor Specks. Poor dead baby. Just damn. Disappointment. Relief that I didn’t lose Specks.

 

[murphysranch]

Poor sweet baby boy. Its just not fair. It wasn't meant to be. Spirit hugs to Specks and her lost baby.

 

[canesisters]

I'm really sorry. That lamb was gorgeous. So glad Specks is going to be ok.
As you've told me - and many others - it's all a learning opportunity.
Big hugs all around.

 

[Baymule]

I'm really sorry. That lamb was gorgeous. So glad Specks is going to be ok.
As you've told me - and many others - it's all a learning opportunity.
Big hugs all around.

I don’t know much about prolapse or birthing difficulties. I usually go out in the mornings and find babies! I’ve only had one ewe to prolapse and called @Ridgetop. She gave me directions on what to do. Unfortunately I was laid up with COVID for the second time, had just sold the Lindale farm, moved everything and was sick, weak and utterly exhausted. I could barely drag myself off the couch, tackling a ewe was out of the question. No vet would come because I wasn’t already a client. To end her suffering I had a friend come shoot her.

I helped a couple last year with a prolapsed ewe, they brought her to me. A neighbor came over and walked me through pushing it back in and sewing up her vulva. Next day she was passing fluid, I cut the stitches and she had triplets.

A bulging back end looked to me like a prolapse, especially since it was too soon for Specks to be giving birth. Now I recognize it as the baby’s head being tucked down, pushing against the interior and causing that bulge.

In the 10 years I’ve had sheep, this is the sum total of birthing problems I’ve experienced. I count my blessings but I feel inadequate in knowledge and being able to help the ewe.

So, yes it’s a learning experience. Our failures become our knowledge. We gain because of loss, a painful method of learning.

 

[canesisters]

But you know so much more now & you'll be that much more prepared next time.

How's Specks today?

 

[Baymule]

But you know so much more now & you'll be that much more prepared next time.

How's Specks today?

Bright, alert, passed the afterbirth (I was a little worried about that) ran to eat feed and munching hay.

Specks, daughter of a WHITE Dorper, Cleo, and Cooper white with brown spots Katahdin Ram. She is covered with red speckles. Bred to Little Ringo, a white ram with brown spots and one black spot on his ears. His sire Ringo was also white with brown/black spots on his ears. Ringo would throw some wildly colored lambs sometimes. Looks like his son is following in his footsteps. I’ve never had a lamb colored like Specks lamb. Maybe Specks and Little Ringo are the magic combination for wild colors. Who knows!

 

[farmerjan]

Sorry for the lost lamb... especially since we had that calf born dead... know just what it is like. Trying to graft a calf on the cow now... we will see...

Glad she is up and doing better today...

 

[Ridgetop]

Dead stock is always a bummer. Losing babies is bad, wasted time and feed in the pregnancy to end up with nothing. It is also sad to see the mama call and call for a missing baby. That is the part of lambing that I hate.

When I was a girl we lived in Europe because my father was working for Lockheed who was building aircraft for Belgium, Holland, Italy, and Germany. We lived in all those countries, learned the languages, and went to local schools until my father came home from a business trip and couldn't undertand what we were saying. We were speaking German but thought we were speaking English! We were sent to a convent boarding school in west Ireland, outside Galway. In the spring the wild daffodils would bloom. The green hills would be covered with sheep with their lambs. However, there were also a lot of little white dots on the geen fields that never moved. The white dots were dead lambs, still born,starved to death or dead of cold or pneumonia. To this day daffodils bring back the memory of white dots on green hills.