Well, attempts one through… whatever I’m up to now to get Mira to drink from a dish have all failed miserably. Milk ends up all over me, Mira, the floor, the walls, everywhere but in her stomach. I end up with a crying, hungry, frustrated lamb that just wants her bottle, and after she gets it she ends up a choking, coughing, wheezing lamb. I’ve tried giving her cold milk instead of warm, I’ve tried taking the bottle away every few swallows, but she still drinks too fast and gets choked.
She has consented to nibble on some alfalfa cubes though, which is encouraging. She’s even eaten a few blades of grass, but so far she only likes onion grass, which is unfortunate since there isn’t any onion grass left in the sheep field. My first three girls loved onion grass as well, and killed it off entirely their first summer here.
“I’m going to eat it all out of the yard, too! I like this stuff!”
Will Scarlet is officially Troublemaker Extraordinaire of the lamb crop. I’ve pulled him out of the electric netting I don’t know how many times, and he’s even tried to squeeze through the fence into the ram pen.
“Don’t worry, I have everything under control!”
Lady and her boys always have to poke their heads through any gap they can find. Neo may live in the ram pen now, but the three hang out together by the fence quite a bit. Lady’s sons are a fine pair of mama’s boys, very attached to their mother.
“Look Mama! I’m as tall as Neo!”
“That’s nice, dear.”
Duchess had lost interest in Mira for a while, but today she kept following her around sniffing at her.
“What are you doing, little one?”
“I’m grazing like a big girl! I have a piece of straw!”
When lambs are first learning to graze, they all seem to have the idea that bigger is better, and waste a great deal of time trying to eat sticks and stalks much too large to chew before they get the hang of browsing.
“Look at this stick I found, Mama! I bet this is tasty!”
I didn’t notice Will in the background until I started reviewing the pictures. He’s constantly hanging off of Lady, unless he’s chasing Bran around. Sometimes he’s chasing Bran while Bran’s chasing someone else, which looks pretty funny. It’s like a follow-the-leader of annoyance.
“Bran, you leave me alone or I’m telling Mama!”
Still no lamb from Nova. This is getting a bit ridiculous. Her udder is full, so it shouldn’t be too much longer. I feel like I’ve been saying that for weeks. Oh wait– I have been saying that for weeks. Sigh. I’ve subconsciously named the lamb Lazybones. There’s no one named Lazybones in King Raven, but there is a scene where Rhi Bran is trying to escape on an old plow horse that won’t run, so I’m pretending the horse’s name was Lazybones and I’m naming the lamb after it. For now anyway. I’ll probably change it once he/she is born.