The blessed day has arrived!
As I said yesterday, I’d rather expected a lamb when I got up in the morning, but no such luck. Bessie’s udder had been tight and her vulva slightly swollen for a couple of days. Her load appeared to have shifted, so Darling and I led her home from the neighbor’s pasture. By late yesterday afternoon she was pawing the ground and spent most of her time laying down. And yet, in the morning? Nothing.
I kept half an eye on her yesterday, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. I was on the phone with Brigget while working outside when I glanced out into the pasture and saw it. Something spotted, but not Darling’s new ewe lamb. Bessie’s new baby was tottering! So with Brigget on the phone I ran out into the pasture to find out what we had. And that was the only disappointment, as it was our fourth ram lamb. Even so, I feel as though royalty has been born. Rather like Bambi, this lamb is the young prince of the farm. Bessie is being a very attentive mamma, talking to him, licking him off, staying close by his side.
He has his mamma’s face
A snuggle with mom
Darling has named him Phantom of the Opera due to his mask
Help us celebrate! No one came up with the correct lambing date, so I’ll just have to do a drawing from all comments left here today! A box of bath goodies, and perhaps some lambie pie note cards?
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