A contest for the patient

So here's the deal. I have three ewes who lived with Braveheart 24/7 from the end of September until February 11. The only two breedings I actually witnessed were in late November. No one looks obviously pregnant. Am I going to have any lambs this year? I'll give you until St. Patrick's Day to put your guess in the comments (tell me if, who, how many lambs each, and total number of lambs). The person who comes closest to reality, however long it takes that reality to be revealed, will get a set of six photo notecards (you can even choose the subject matter). You can blame my big-headed assumption that you even might want my photo notecards on Garrett, who recently asked if he could purchase some of the photos featured on my blog. (Thanks, Garrett; they were mailed yesterday!)

My "handsome little horror" (thanks to Jenny for that apt descriptor!) in a comtemplative moment.

Taken through the window, a pic of one of the non-feathered visitors to our bird feeder:
Sitting in the cherry tree outside our bedroom window, one of our "red birds" (either a Cassin's, house, or purple finch - I can't tell them apart) waiting for the squirrel to leave (as always, click on photo to biggify):
Let the contest begin at . . .