Yesterday afternoon the ewes and lambs came in the night pen for a drink, then laid down to ruminate. Buford positioned himself in the gate, keeping predators away.
This is what he’s been doing this past week. It’s time to close up the sheep for the night and he is in the shadows of the back of the Quonset hut. Momma can’t see me…. It’s kinda like playing peek a boo with a toddler.
Today is a drizzly wet day. Buford and Sheba are together in the front field. As long as it’s a drizzle or soft mist, the sheep and dogs are happy to be out on the field. When a hard shower blasts out of the clouds, the sheep run for cover. Shower over, they trickle back out on the field.
Buford barked the alert. But he ran back to the lot and into the Pallet Palace, Sheba right behind him. Then he ran out, still barking the alert. The ewes came charging off the field. I just had to go out and see what the ruckus was all about. When the dogs bark the alert, they are running towards the perceived threat and the sheep run for their pen. This was backwards behavior!
I got out there to find twins, only 10 days old, the only occupants of the Pallet Palace. Their mom came running up, went in to “find” her babies and they ran to her.
Studying on this, I could only surmise that the twins fell asleep and the ewes, including their mother, went back on the field after the hard rain stopped. The lambs must’ve woke up all alone and cried for their mother.
Buford must have heard them, maybe he thought a predator attacked them, maybe he realized they were lost, who really knows. Whatever he thought, he ran to their rescue, barking the alarm, followed by Sheba. The lambs were quickly reunited with their mother.
The ewes grabbed a snack at the hay bale and trickled back out on the field.