Yearling HiJinks

The yearling ewes are spending their time getting fat and sassy, awaiting their new roles as breeding ewes come fall.  For now, they are carefree and full of teenage fun.   They observe all the excitement going on in the adjoining pasture, and sometimes they just can’t help but join in when the lambs start their running games. 

It’s very entertaining to watch them running… bucking… kicking their heels… soaring through the air.  Then, almost as quickly as it begins… there they are again standing at the fence, once again observing life in the adjoining pasture, just as if nothing had happened.  This group of young ladies are growing out very well, and are really quite beautiful.  They are the future of the flock.

Days Five through Eighteen

With apologies to both the reader and our wonderful breeding ewes, we are sharing these days of the lambing season in a slide show.  We still have one straggler.  Hebe has not yet lambed, but here are the rest of the 2012 lambs. Each ewe and their lambs are very different… some ewes won’t eat for hours, others get up and eat between every contraction… really every birth has its own story… here are just a few…
Julie and Jill each had their second twin almost two hours after the first; Julie having her first at 10 p.m. and her second at 11:55 p.m., coming within 5 minutes of being our first ewe to have lambs born on two different days.
Rosey and Princess had their lambs right beside each other in the barn, each continuing to try to take the other’s lamb because that was the first one seen after that final push.
Athena’s second-born whose sack did not open at all, hit the ground fully enclosed and had to have it torn open; had taken a breath inside, had to be worked on for nearly an hour; but is doing great after spending days under the heat lamp.
Meara pushed out her first water bag at 12:30 a.m. but did not get her first twin pushed out until 5:15 a.m.; allowing the shepherdess to enjoy both the gigantic full moon and a beautiful foggy, pink dawn.  Her lambs were perhaps our most vigorous, loudly baaing before their back legs were fully pushed out.
Hera, our mother of several sets of twins and two sets of triplets, had a big, single ram this year; all the way at the bottom of the hill… again.
For the shepherdess/s, each birth is a miracle… when the lamb hits the ground, takes that first breath, lifts its little head and shakes it, then that first baa… oh my… sometimes we see it, sometimes we only hear it if the lambing field is really busy, but each time it is a tug at your heartstrings… a miracle.

Into the Woods

While we’re waiting for that first lamb… a woodland update 
~ the little stream that runs from our spring has slowed to a trickle… although hard to wish for with lambs on the way, we could really use some rain
~ the ferns’ fiddleheads are unfurling and providing a delicate, lacy green in the forest
~ the mayapples are opening their umbrella like leaves, popping up everywhere
~ the delicate little yellow wood violet is a wonderful surprise when stumbled upon tucked in between rocks or at the base of a tree
~ and the trilliums… trilliums. triliums. trilliums… they are beautiful this year… white or red, found in a clump of two or three… or covering a hillside

More…

We just can’t help sharing more… more spring blooms… more flowers… more blossoms.
The blueberry bushes are heavily laden with blooms in shades of white, pink and deep red.  The fruit trees just keep treating us with more beautiful blossoms.  Hopefully this week’s freezing cold temperatures and snow flurries will do nothing to harm what should be a bountiful crop of fruit this summer.