After three and a half days in the jug, it was pretty apparent that Lady wasn’t going to accept the little ram lamb. He wasn’t quite on the brink of starvation, but he was starting to seem a little lackluster compared to his sister. He was only managing to nurse because Lady couldn’t quite keep out of his way entirely in the small jug, and once they were out he couldn’t catch her.
Fortunately for him, a very nice family with a farm not far away offered him a home, and I’m sure he’s going to be a very spoiled bottle baby.
“I think I could get used to this!”
Good luck, little guy. Sorry your first family didn’t work out, but I think your new family is going to be much better for you.
Lady and the ewe lamb, who is now named Holly, were thrilled to be out of the barn and into the pasture with everyone else. Princess knocked Holly down right off the bat, but not with any particular malice. That’s just Princess’s way of saying “Welcome to the flock, I’m the boss!” It’s practically the standard initiation around here.
“Finally, some fresh air and sunshine!”
“Finally, some milk!”
Now that’s what little lambies are supposed to be able to do! At the rate Holly’s eating, she’s going to grow like a weed. I tried to get some pictures of her bouncing around in the grass, but my camera kept being jostled by the two resident bottle babies on Pocket Inspection Duty. Princess and Mira have both been (loudly) complaining that I’m spending too much time in the barn with the newbies, and not enough time spoiling them.
“Ahem, I believe we have detected some contraband items in this pocket! We will have to confiscate all the crunchies!”
Princess is enormous. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if she were also carrying twins. I suppose we’ll find out in about a week or so. I was convinced she was going to twin last year, but she only had the one monstrously huge lamb. Hopefully it’s the same this year, my flock doesn’t have a good track record for dams raising both twins so far.