It started like any other morning. 5 am and I couldn't sleep, so I got up, played on the computer a bit, then went out to do chores. Bessie's udder had been a wee bit fuller and tighter the night before, but not so much as to cause alarm and a sleep over inside the barn. And since shew as still in one piece and hungry for her flake of alfalfa as I tossed everyone their breakfast, I didn't give her another thought as I came inside for me own nourishment.
A lot can change in two hours when it comes to sheep. Breakfast finished, I headed back out and what did I hear? A very faint, sheepish baaa met my ears. I picked up the pace and headed to the stall where two newborn lambs were wobbling about and wondering why they'd been dumped from nice, snug, warm home and were now shivering in the cold air.
I had a couple of towels there waiting for their arrival, so I grabbed one and briskly toweled off the lamb closest to me. Bessie has lambed twice before, giving me three ram lambs. Taffy, the other dairy ewe we had, only gave us ram lambs as well. So when I looked underneath this lamb wrapped in the towel I was not at all surprised to see that this, too, was a ram lamb.
I reached over to the second lamb to give it a brief rub, lifted it up and...hey! It's missing the boy parts! Could it be I've finally gotten my ewe lamb? And from my beloved Bessie, at that? Oh, joyohjoyohjoy!!!
Darling will name the ewe lamb, but y'all get to offer your suggestions for the ram. He's the guy under the heat lamb in the top photo. Big droopy ears just like his daddy. What do you think we should call him?