Upon this, their second morning of life, the twins watched in rapt fascination as I gave Lady her breakfast. They immediately began to investigate this (relatively) enormous pile of hay that suddenly appeared in their world, compared notes briefly, and mutually agreed that such a thing as this could only be one thing: a mighty mountain that must be climbed.
And thus they discovered the ancient, sacred and most splendid of all Splendid Games: King (or Queen) of the Hill. My sheep take this game very seriously. Even Duke has been known to play King of the Hill on occasion. Apparently the rules are written right into their DNA, because the twins dove right into the game without anyone showing them how.
A hay pile may not look like much of a hill, but it’s quite a challenge when you’re a baby lamb who’s barely mastered walking without doing a face-plant. Not to mention that Mama occasionally gets irritated that you’re climbing on her food and knocks you flying.
The baaing and banging noises in the video are mostly Mira running in circles around the barn rattling the doors and crying because I shut her out, and one loud bellow from Princess. I’m not sure what she was yelling about, she always “talks” a lot when she’s near the end of a pregnancy.
Lady still doesn’t seem to let Little Brother nurse, but he’s not acting like he’s hungry anymore, and he doesn’t seem to be getting weaker, so I guess he must be eating somehow. I’m pretty sure if he wasn’t getting milk he’d be in serious trouble by now, but as far as I can tell he’s a bouncy, active, perfectly normal lamb. I’m not sure what to think, but as long as he seems happy and healthy I’m just going to leave things be. They’ll stay in the jug until at least tomorrow, and I’m still keeping an eye on him, but I’m cautiously optimistic that we’ve dodged the bottle baby bullet. Hopefully.
As cute as these two are, I hope there aren’t any more twins this year. I don’t even have names yet for the two I already have, I don’t want to have to come up with names for six babies! At this rate they’re going to be Big Sister and Little Brother until they’re both grown.
Nova’s due date is tomorrow, but I’m not expecting her to lamb until next week at the earliest. Due dates are based on a 147 day gestation and my girls have usually averaged around 153 days, with a range of 151-156. Princess and Nova were bred within a few days of each other, so I’m not sure who will actually lamb first.