We've had a run of black lambs being born the past couple days. They are so sweet, not that the white ones aren't - they just look a little different and stand out from the crowd. Most of the black lambs are from black mamas. When we first started our flock 30 years ago, I was into spinning wool and wanted some black fiber. We picked up a little black ram lamb at the livestock auction and named him Sebastian. Then a few years back, we had a black Dorper Ram. That is where the black genes come in.
We had a snowy day Monday and it is supposed to be messy Tuesday too. Yuck. At least when it is really cold, the ground stays frozen and we don't have to wade around in mud. The Farmer calls it "poor man's cement" and it is so true. I prefer frozen and cold to muddy muck. By the end of the week, it is supposed to be 50 so we will be back to the mud. Best I get photos of lambs before that happens. At least with the black lambs, the mud doesn't show.
I can't believe how fast the lambs grow. After about 3 days, their newborn looks start to change. After 2 weeks, their tails have fallen off. They start filling out and looking like sheep. They become very athletic.
Someone asked the other day how many lambs we expect. We have about 210 ewes so we are hoping for over 300 lambs. We're at 123 right now so we have a ways to go. There are 5 bottle lambs which means extra work mixing milk, bottle-feeding them. I hope we don't have too many more.
It's getting a bit crazy at the barns with all the little babies. And the lamb races have started. Maybe I can get a video of it for you all. They are such enthusiastic little animals - running, jumping, flying through the air.