Everyone loves newly born farm animals, am I right? If you don’t, maybe you should see a Dr. for that and he can write you a script for your black soul and cold heart. The rest of us will be here, fangirling over wobbly legged newborn lambs.
If you remember, awhile back I posted about how Dan and I used to debate whether or not our sheep was pregnant. I know it’s not polite to ask, but I did anyway. No response. I’m glad I didn’t bet anything I didn’t really want to do, cause I lost that one, big time. Soon she became so large that Dan and I debated about whether or not she was going to have twins or triplets. I’m glad I didn’t bet anything I really didn’t want to do, because I lost that one too. After weeks of saying, “she will definitely go this week,” we dubbed her #AprilTheSheep because she was following in #Aprilthewhocaresgiraffe footsteps quite nicely. That, and we actually set up a camera so we could view her. We pictured some late night sheep watching binges. It never actually happened though, because we couldn’t get the camera working.
The day we sat with her in her pen and felt the babies move, I said to Dan, “THAT WAS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER!!!” And then I looked at our toddler and was like ok, not really, but it was cool.
April the sheep’s birth can only be explained as anticlimactic. We waited, and waited and waited. I rolled a yoga ball to her. She turned her nose up at the spicy nachos I brought her. And then when I realized we had a full moon, I KNEW it was going to be the day. When I found her still pregnant in the morning, I gave up and scheduled her c-section(I’m just kidding, PETA.) It wasn’t until later that night when I came back from dropping Nathan off at a friends house I saw something. I saw a white ball of fluff, a brown ball of fluff, and then a mixed ball of fluff surrounding her. We celebrated! We threw confetti! We congratulated April the sheep for stealthy birthing THREE babies. And we thought we were done with lambs.
Our second sheep’s birth can only be described as utter shock. The next morning, I heard a teeny, tiny, “Baaa” coming from the opposite direction of the Triplets and I saw a dirt hole the mom had dug, with two more lambs. The fact there there is a show called, “I didn’t know I was pregnant,” where actual humans don’t know until they go into labor, makes me feel slightly better about overlooking our other two pregnant sheep.
Yes, TWO other pregnant sheep. When I discovered the twins, I saw another sheep acting weird. She was laying down making strange sounds. We saw her digging a dirt hole because apparently having them babies in a dirt hole is the cool thing to do. We watched her all day long and finally that night she had her singleton. Well let me just say that if you have never witnessed a tiny lamb diving out of its mom with its hooves in front of it’s face and then landing smack-dab on it’s head and getting up like a boss, I’m 95% sure you’ve never really lived life.
While it’s not totally uncommon for a sheep to drop a lamb out and walk away like it never happened, leaving it the state’s…err farmers problem, these 3 mama’s are rock stars right now. No lambs have been rejected, yet. Two of the lambs were running a fever yesterday, so our Vet treated them with antibiotics and today they are bouncing around like their legs are spring loaded. Tis a wonderful sight.
So while #farmlife can be really exciting, maybe even romanticized by some, who look at the fluffy animals and think they want to live on a farm. I will say these little lambs and the timing of it all totally wrecked our travel plans for this week.
#Farm life, only the
strong type B personality who can handle change of plans at any given moment survive. And while I know the, “Good Shepherd lays down His life for his sheep,” this good shepherdess is at least willing to change plans for her sheep.