Eve, Miranda’s daughter, had twins. One was dead, still in the sack, but it’s little head was out of the sack, Eve was trying to clean it up. I don’t know if it was born dead or if it died after birth. I didn’t dig around on the poor little thing to determine sex, I just buried it. The other one is a ram lamb, teeny tiny, frail and weak. Eve is trying to be a good mom, she keeps calling softly to him.
I hemmed her up in a corner, got a lead rope on her and tied her up. I finally got the little guy to latch on a few times. Eve obligingly moved her leg back to make it easier for him. I milked out maybe an ounce and dribbled drops on his tongue.
I plopped down on my butt to work with the lamb and to try for a little milk. Thanks for the fresh pile of berries Eve. I would hate to think I was sitting in old, dried berries.
We have to go into Tyler today. The good news is that it is not freezing and I have some colostrum in the refrigerator to give him this evening. I’m getting pretty good at Sheep milking!
@Latestarter how do I post that spoiler alert for graphic pictures? I took a pic of the lamb that didn’t make it.
Liquid gold.