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It’s Just Ewe and Me, Baby. I’m not Kidding.
Birthing lambs and kids: an interlude.
It has been an exciting couple of mornings around here on High Xpectations Ranch.
Yesterday morning a dorper ewe stalled in the middle of her maiden birthing. This ewe is wild-ish and was out in the middle of the pasture for a couple hours with a lamb’s head hanging out of her.
First step: get her into the barn without stressing her. We managed. But it was comical. Looked like a two headed sheep (one front, one back) trotting through the pasture.
Second step: get close enough to pull the baby. Also accomplished. The ewe lamb’s face was so big and swollen and her overall body was just huge. We named her Fiona. After Shrek’s lady friend.
Both mama and Fiona are doing very well. Fiona’s head has shrunk down to normal size and she is awfully cute.
This morning, still in my robe and p.j.s, still on my first cup of coffee, I get a call from a friend. Her goat is in labor and the baby is turned.
After throwing on some insulated coveralls, I head on over.
