This morning Vienna was making me second-guess my predictions; by 4:30 p.m. she was cleaning up a strapping brown lamb! After this afternoon's memorial service, Rick and I drove home to quickly let the dogs out and check on Vienna before running back to town for a seminar (Brian was at Grandma's). When I saw the one lamb, we had to make a decision: wait and watch, interfere, or leave. When I went in and checked it out (it's a GIRL; yay!), it started suckling like it knew what it was doing, so we made the assumption that Vienna was done and left. That was confirmed a few hours later when we returned. So without further ado, here is Vienna with her musket daughter Babette ("my God is my vow"):
So. My lambing season is done with one. So strange that last year Sarai had twins and Vienna had triplets; this year, bred to the same ram, both ewes had big singles – too big, in Sarai's case. As the sole star of my 2016 lambing season, Babette will no doubt be tamed and treasured, fawned over and photographed. You've been warned! ;-)
That's it for today from . . .