Duchess had her baby last night, a teensy tiny ram. I didn’t see him nurse, but he wasn’t crying and she wasn’t butting him, so I assume she’s feeding him.
Angel came into the world screaming for somebody to feed her, Drake came into the world ready to set out on a path to conquest (he picked a fight with Holly yesterday. Oh boy.), but this baby just looks like a grumpy little kid with bedhead who really needs a nap.
“Who opened the barn doors and let all this terrible light in when I’m trying to sleep?”
“Seriously, I need my beauty sleep!”
I didn’t stay out with them very long, Duchess was pretty freaked out by me being there and I didn’t want to stress her out.
“You took my last baby, don’t you take this one!”
“Mamaaaa, I wanna nap…”
She has milk this time (I assume) and it’s seventy something degrees outside, so I don’t need to take this one, thank goodness.
“Are you ok, Baby?”
“I’m sleeeepy, mama…”
I left them to their napping and headed out of the barn, to discover that Lady had squeezed out the gate into the farm lane, I assume because she’s mad she didn’t have a baby this year and is trying to punish me by making my life difficult. I think (about 50% sure) she did cycle last week, so at least she’s
probably not having a September lamb after all.
“Hey, wait for us!”
Holly quickly figured out how to squeeze between the two gates, but fortunately Mira didn’t. So my pre-breakfast morning routine finished up with chasing Lady and Holly back into the field without letting anyone else escape.
Hopefully Duchess’s boy stays sleepy and doesn’t turn into a troublemaker like the rest of his flockmates.