And the lion lay down with the lamb….
I was adamant that no matter what, we would NOT have a bottle lamb this year. I retired our good milking but problem mom ewe. I mentally prepared myself that if I had an odd lamb out for any reason, I would find it a new home as soon as it had colostrum. I just did NOT want the extra layer of responsibility and work (and noise, SO much noise!) that comes with bottle babies. Not. This. Year.
And then we lost an ewe a day after lambing to a uterine hemorrhage.
It was something out of a depressing Victoria novel and I hope to never experience it again. She fought hard and so wanted to stay with us to mother her baby but we lost her and it was a kick in the gut.
After it happened, after we tried so hard to save her, I had to remove the lamb from her mother’s stall, the poor thing was still desperately trying to nudge her mom up. It was utterly heartbreaking. I have never yet had a lamb lose its mother after they bonded and it tore me up to see a baby that young so upset. It happened a full week ago but it’s still hard for me to think or talk about.
And so we brought her to the house, because that’s what you do. New babies need bottles every 3 hours and I don’t fancy the long walk to the barn. And with no other bottle lamb to pair her with, she was incredibly lonely and so instead of being confined to the porch, she got plied with diapers (it works pretty slick on lambs) and became part of the house menagerie. 😬
And here we are a week later with a lamb that thinks it’s 100% correct to jump in bed for a nap. And PJ the cat thinks this is just fine indeed as well. 🤦♀️ She already has a favorite chair, has participated in a sleepover with Evie’s BFF and like any toddler, made us baby proof the house all over again.
So world meet Flopsy (so named for her giant bunny ears), the orphan lamb who is well on her way to being princess of the farm.