Well the last couple of days have been exhausting.
We have our first bottle baby. Mom is a yearling ewe - naturally, one of my favorite yearlings. When I found the baby, it was following another ewe - it was pretty well dry, and up and moving around. Thor, our LGD was in the pasture eating the placenta. Mocha was standing nearby - the only ewe that looked to have lambed very recently. So I took Mocha and the lamb to a pen. She wanted nothing to do with it. Got her to the point she would nurse the lamb as long as someone held her head and scratched her behind the ears. But she won't let it nurse when it is alone with her, and I have seen her nudging it away completely. I didn't have any other ewes have brand new babies, so I left her in with mom, and went down to the barn to hold Mocha 4 times a day. (Btw, this lamb may be modified - her momma is).
Last night when I did my late night check, I found a grey spotted yearling with a grey katmoget lamb - picked up the lamb, mom wouldn't follow. Set the lamb on the ground, but still held it so mom came close enough that I could catch her. Now comes the amusing part. The only part of mom I could grab was the front leg. So I have the ewe by the leg, the lamb in one hand and the flashlight under one arm. hmn. Hollered for help. Of course, none came. Let's try something else. Lamb in one hand, flashlight in the other, which is also holding the ewe's head close to my leg so I can try to drag her down to the barn. hmn. Hollered for help again. Yep, you guessed it - none came. Let's try something else again! Straddled the ewe so her head was between my knees, lamb in one hand, flashlight in the other. All I could think was "Wow, I'm glad she's not acting like an idiot tonight." (LOL meaning the ewe, not sure WHAT I was thinking.. LOL) Hollered for help - none came. stuck the flashlight in the other hand, which also had the lamb, and used my now-free hand to hold onto the ewe's head (still straddling her, btw) and walking, rather knock-kneed down to the barn. hmn. No pens put together. (several choice words). Ok. Didn't want to let go of either the ewe or the lamb, and needed the flashlight to see, so I grabbed a panel, leaned it up against one leg, scooted the ewe forward a little bit. Rinse, lather, repeat. Until I was able to make a pen for the ewe and the lamb. Man, my back hurt SO bad by the time I was done. But momma seemed happy with the lamb.
Well today, my son finds a tiny little lamb wedged in between the propane tank and a broken wooden feeder. HUH? How the heck did a lamb get there? WHO IS YOUR MOMMA??? I have to think the momma was Misto (the ewe in the above paragraph). I know he can't belong to some of the ewes (BbBb x BbBb breedings) or some of the other ewes (already weaned lambs, which were left at the seller's farm). Nobody else had any strings or other signs of having had a baby (wet hocks or back of udder, swollen vulva). Plus the umbilicus was dried to about the same as Misto's lamb. But this lamb is almost 2 lbs smaller than the other one, so I don't know. I told my mom to warm up some milk replacer (which we do the old fashioned way - no icky microwaves for us!), and I took the lamb down to the barn to see if his momma would want him. So.. what do you think? LOL OF COURSE NOT! She wanted nothing to do with him. Tried to hold her so he could get a little milk. Nope. Nothing doing. NOT MINE, she said.
Looked up and saw Mary hanging around in the barn. She had fresh blood on her udder! The other ewes moved, and lo and behold, there was a very freshly birthed, just out of the womb lamb, that was still a little stunned, and covered with tissue and mucus and fluids. Score! Without a second thought, I grabbed that poor little ram lamb, and rubbed him with the new lamb until they were both covered about the same. Offered the little black lamb to Mary first - and she licked him! WOOHOO! Made sure her teats were unplugged, and helped that weak little lamb to some yummy thick colostrum. Once he had a taste of it, he started to nurse on his own! I could have danced!Left them in there together, and she continued to clean him and let him nurse. Her own lamb gradually also got strong enough to get up and get some milk.
I think the only problem he will have - is that he is so little that it seems difficult for him to actually get milk out of Mary's udder. So we have offered him a bottle as well, and he has drank from it very well. Otherwise his is in the pen with his adopted mommy and sister. And I was so pleased to hear - that when I took him out of the pen tonight, Mary wanted to know who the heck did I think I was, taking her baby away from her like that. And she settled down immediately when I put him back, licking him all over and talking to him.
It will be interesting to see what color Mary's katmoget lamb turns out to be - Mary is the ewe I think is an Ag mioget.
Also looked at Wild's girls today - they are definitely emaket! woohoo! Took some pictures. Vaccinated a few of the girls we are releasing from the barn. I want to have everyone that hasn't lambed yet inside the barn, and we are letting the girls with lambs out in stages. It is always so much fun to see them run and crowhop and jump and play. There is one ram (Martinique) who has already earned himself the nickname Turbo, because all he does is run from one end of the paddock to the other. We'll do a few more each day, until every one is done.