My friend, Brenda, shared this term with me and it suits my attitude towards lambing..
Be watchful, be prepared to help, but most importantly…wait..
Besides my bottle of iodine, my most important lambing tool is the clock in the barn. Watching a ewe strain in hard labor seems like hours when it’s only been five minutes. Wait. She doesn’t need me.
Watching Holly this morning on my “lambing cam” ( stare out the living room window – primitive, but it works), I could see her out towards the back of the paddock. It was a warm morning and a good day for ewes to lamb outside if they decided to. The gates to the woods are kept closed during lambing, however, for my convenience. After a quick labor, she delivered a lamb – took one look at it – and ran away. As far as she could get. This was definitely rather worrisome. I got some colostrum from the freezer and went back to the window to watch. Holly very slowly crept towards the lamb, jumping back when the lamb struggled to stand and then moving slowly forward again… until…
Hey, you smell familiar!
I’m going to keep you!!
All is well. No one needed me. Patchwork Brick is happily tucked into a lambing jug for the evening with his doting mother, Holly.
Martha had a nice ewe lamb yesterday, sired by Unzicker Jedd…She doesn’t have a name yet, but she has presence!!
This Celine x Jedd ram lamb came with “grill marks”. His name is Panini
His brother, Pancake..