This morning after we finished feeding the calves, I went inside to start cleaning the house, and Melissa did a few more chores. Thirty minutes later she came inside, beaming. “Guess what?” she asked.
“No! It’s too early! I haven’t cleaned the house or bought groceries or anything.” And we hadn’t moved the sheep from the barn out onto the pasture, where they’d start lambing. We had a few more days until the lambs started coming.
Why do I think I have any control over these events?
Melissa had looked up toward the barn to see a ewe glancing furtively over her shoulder toward the barn, as if she was hiding something she didn’t want Melissa to see. That’s a clear sign that the ewe IS hiding something she doesn’t want Melissa to see.
Melissa tramped up there, and found three sets of twins that had been born either last night or early this morning. It was barely 40 degrees this morning, but the three ewes had gone into the barn to give birth…not the most sanitary of places, but the warmest.
So, it’s begun, again, and with a bang.
First set of twins:
Second set of twins:
Third set of twins:
Meanwhile, this ewe is still pregnant:
And this one is still pregnant:
And this ewe is still very, very pregnant (as are all the rest of the ladies):
Happy Mother’s Day!