The babies have started showing up on the farm. Three ewes have lambed so far. Mable had one big baby, which is what she always has except for one set of twins. Mable was a rejected bottle baby many years ago. She was raised on cow's milk, which is not supposed to be good, but she grew to be the biggest sheep. She is the matriarch of the flock now, the mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and leader.
Teasel (I think, I get her mixed up with her siblings sometimes) and her twins.
Remember the little bottle baby from last year with the X on her face? That is her up on the hill to the left - Flora. Now look way over to the right at one of Teasel's twins. I know its blurry, but see that big X marking the spot?
The other babies are another set of triplets, two boys and this tiny, tiny, little girl. She doesn't even weigh two pounds. Her mother is not thrilled about her, thinking the two big boys are plenty to deal with. Mom won't feed her, but does tolerate her otherwise. It was pretty iffy at first whether this little creature would survive, but she is doing well on a bottle and getting tougher every day. She hangs out with her brothers and the rest of the flock, but gets fed from a bottle. Who knows, maybe she'll grow as big as her great grandmother one day.
Yesterday, the donkeys got their first walk in the woods this year, it is so, SO good to be able to get out into the world without battling snow. Walking on water is totally overrated.
They are feeling great and were so glad to be out and about.
We found the first red eft of the year...
Last night, I heard the spring peepers for the first time. Connor is having a lot of fun chasing robins out of his territory. I see the makings of a good goose dog. One of these days I might even squeeze in a ride on my fat, flabby horse. If I can get my own fat, flabby self onto her.
I love Spring. I wish I could hold on to it and keep all it's wonders close to me.
Spring is springing and puppies are taking over the entire world.