Another day home sick.  The head cold/flu/yuk that I’ve been fighting since last week has turned into one of those headaches where everytime you open your eyes Zeus himself is launching lightning bolts through your head.  So what does dear hubby do at slightly after seven this morning, before heading off to work?  Drags me outside to see the new lambs.  Good thing the sun wasn’t out.  As it was, I really could have used my sunglasses.  Cocoa had lambed the night before, presenting us with an adorable dark chocolate & white lamb which, darn it all, had to be another ram lamb.  Okay, he’s cute and all, but I had given everyone the “let’s have ewe lambs” speech and so far we only have two.  I know, that’s Reegan’s doing.  We’ve still got 10 girls to lamb yet so he has time to get his average up.

Cocoa’s ram lamb.

  Sometime during the night or very early morning two first time mom’s had their lambs.  Sticking to the 95 percentile where I prefer to be.  No muss, no fuss, no bother.  Most importantly, no vet call.  Another ram lamb, solid white, and a lovely solid brown/red ewe lamb.  I’ve put photos on the Photo page and will add more as I get them.

Mother, Jugs and Speed are all doing well.  Speed is always talking, though.  Doesn’t surprise me since she’s been talking since the moment we cleaned her nose and mouth off yesterday morning.  They met “wee little one” (our first ram lamb) yesterday when all the mom’s went to eat.  It’s always fun to watch those first interactions.  Jugs and Speed were standing in the middle of nowhere calling for Mother who was blatantly ignoring them, her face buried in the feeder.  Wee little one mozied up to them, also being ignored by mom, and they all looked at each other with expressions of “where the heck did you come from” plastered on their faces.  No one’s really into playing and romping yet.  They’re all still trying to get a good handle on how their legs work.  Although wee little one did attempt to take off running then thought better of it when limbs didn’t do what he totally expected.

What I find interesting is that Mother has always preferred to lay outside and her lambs, likewise, seem to have a preference for laying in spots I wouldn’t think were all that comfortable.  Last year, for two days in a row, Harry Flash’s favorite spot to lay was a water puddle.  I’d scoop him out of it, dry him off, put him back with Mother and back he’d go again.  Finally I gave up.  Jugs and Speed seem to have the same propensity, finding either the iciest spot or the wettest spot in the snow to bed down, not necessarily caring to snuggle up to Mother.  Not to say Mother isn’t an excellent mother.  She is.  She seems to always know where the twins are, just doesn’t feel the need to have them constantly at her side.