09/29/2023
I was in the kitchen this morning, preparing a loaf of bread to rise in the oven while I went out to milk the cows. Glancing out the window, I noticed the cows paying unusual attention to a small white lump through the fence. Thinking it could be a down chicken, I stood and watched a while longer, until I realized it was not a chicken at all, but a lamb!
After swiftly setting my mixer to the wayside and hurrying outside in my pajamas while hollering for my husband, I found Pebbles and her little ewe lamb, coming up the lane back into the barn. She's small and her body was worn from wandering in the pasture, but she was dry and nursing. We snuggled Mom and lamb up in a jug and set off to do the rest of our morning chores, wondering how this happened. Ironically, this is the weekend the ewes are supposed to be bred, not birthing.
Then Matthew remembered...at the end of April there was no hay to be found...anywhere. The ewes were out on pasture, but the rams were not. With no other way to feed them, Matthew decided to run them together for just a couple of days, until we could pick up more hay. The ewes were still nursing, so the chance of conceiving was low, but not zero. We told ourselves we'd have to wait and see if there ended up being any fall lambs. We went all summer and never remembered that this was a possibility, until today!
But wait, there's more! While finishing up with the cows, I heard the faint cry of another lamb out in the pasture. I hurried to pick up the little guy, who must be the smallest lamb I've ever had on the farm. He must have been napping when his mom and sister came in. But Pebbles quickly tucked him in too and they're all comfy and cozy now.
Now that I'm paying more attention to the sheep with the idea that some could be pregnant, I can recognize that there is at least one more to deliver. So I guess here's to our little burst of fall lambing!