The dog napped lamb wasn’t doing well this morning. I brought her inside around 11, wrapping her in a towel and heating pad. Got her cozy warm, she only took a couple ounces of colostrum. She was limp, got worse and died just a little while ago. It’s storming, at least she was dry, warm, cuddled and as comfortable as I could make her.
I put in a new post and mailbox this morning, it took several hours. Hardest part was digging the hole through hard packed ground. The rest was just time consuming.
I heard that low rumbling sound ewes make at their babies when they are born. The flock was all together but Cookie was off by herself. I went to investigate and found her with a beautiful black ewe lamb, not breathing. I took the lamb by the hind legs and swung her in circles. If there is fluid in the lungs, it helps to clear it out. I laid her in the grass, robbing her chest, swung her again, rubbed her some more. She was dead. I took her to the sheep pen and laid her in the grass. Cookie really wanted her baby, licked her dry and even pawed at her, trying to make her get up.
Then she had another lamb. I removed the dead one so Cookie would concentrate on the live one, and soon she was up and sucking. She is a pretty red and white lamb.
So 4 lambs born, lost 2, have 2. Of course the dead 2 are the biggest and prettiest.
