Grey and Ripley love hanging out up here in the shade. I wouldn’t enjoy sticks under me, but I’m no sheep.
You can really see the slope and how they tore into the blackberry here.
This was much more brownish-yellow before the sheep got to it.
Now that’s the start of some soil fertility.
Not a golf course yet, but maybe someday? Hehe.
Miracle or mundane?
The sheep are doing a pretty decent job. As much as we fret about how terrible and sparse our pasture is, right now the sheep cannot eat as fast as new growth comes in, and that’s from all their stompyfoot and grazing and pooping. So it is getting better, but the process is years-long no matter how hungry the little sheeps are. (The older kids call them “sheeps”).
The girl is dark blackish like Ripley (Grey’s girl) and the boy is paler, almost as light as Badgerface’s Toph. Black N Tan lambed about 2:30pm, as we were heading out for an errand. By the time we got back, both lambs were up and gamboling and she was passing the placenta. It was easy, quick and that’s exactly what we want to see.
The girl is black and the boy is light brown. Black N Tan is a very devoted mother.
Our final tally for this lambing season stands at 7 live lambs, 8 births and 4/3 split on girls/boys. It would have been 50/50 without the stillbirth. Now we just sit back and watch them grow.
Two fawn-colored lambs with spotting. She is our most ornery ewe, and lambed up in the woods like Grey did, but with more success. She looked like she only had one in there, but she clearly has good conformation for breeding. Both are healthy and vigorous, so that’s great. Later today I will verify the sexes and hopefully get a few pictures.
Three down, just Black N Tan to go. And five of six alive.
Grey did have a living lamb, also black moorit, walking around and hanging out as lambs do. Best guess is that this lamb is also about 8-9lbs. Grey is being a little nervy, so I am going out now every half hour to monitor. The perils of pasture lambing.
This is probably a ram, couldn’t get close enough to see.
Goldie and her lambs came by to greet the new arrival.
EDITED 5pm: The survivor is a little 9lb ewe. We call her Ripley. She is nursing great and mom’s chilled out and is relaxed and grazing.