Beautiful sky the other day as I returned home from chores. My neighbor's wrapped haylage is under mounds of snow.
We had a bit of a spring thaw last week. And it was much needed.
The ewes are lambing every day. Eighteen one day, twenty-two the next, eight the next, and sixteen the next. Our numbering system has gone awry. Every morning when The Farmer arrives at the barn, he counts the new lambs and then tries to determine who the mother is. Sometimes it takes a day of us watching them, looking for clues to who is nursing from which mom. If we are lucky, we can get a number on the lambs denoting which number sheep their mama is. Trouble is, lots of the mother's eartags have fallen off while they have grazed over the last year. The best of plans sometimes go wrong.
The ewes are enjoying the sunshine. They love to eat the snow that falls off the greenhouse barn.
Lots of the lambs are getting older - they are starting to pick at hay and becoming more curious. They sure are cute.
They love to lie on their mamas back. Who says sheep aren't smart? The mamas are dry and their backs are soft and fluffy.
Have a great week everyone!