Lambs are coming; a ram must go!

Things are moving right along. I felt a little swelling in Annabelle's udder back when I was treating Marta with Nutri-Drench; this morning she is bagged up enough for all the world to see.

Her sides aren't extended like they were with her other two pregnancies here; I'm wondering if she only has a singleton.

(PLEASELETITBEAEWEPLEASELETITBEAEWEPLEASELETITBEAEWE!)

Whatever it is, it looks like it's high time to prepare. That means crutching Annabelle, stripping and re-bedding the Sheep Sheraton with its lambing jug in the corner, and shuffling everyone around. So where to put this guy?

Blake would no doubt try to kill him (Nightcap, after all, smells like girls, and he's also smaller and gentler), and Bramble doesn't need to be harassed. So back to Washington he goes on Sunday.

I sure hope these two girls are carrying Nightcap's lambs, too!

Getting excited for lambing at . . .