Horton Hatches the Egg
I guess I can't count as well as my sheep can. Lambing is marked on my calendar to begin on March 17; but now, on March 11, here the lambs come, tumbling through the Universe, low over the horizon to stick their landing in the barn like astral gymnasts, 150 days from when the rams went in with the ewes. Quelles débutantes!
When I got to the barn this morning I found a ewe lamb born during the night to the ewe, who'd had a vaginal prolapse, spray marked with a "P". Two days ago I moved her inside the barn to keep an eye on her and pushed the prolapse back in—surprisingly it stayed without a retainer.
While I was dipping this lamb's navel in iodine, another ewe lambed outside. A second healthy ewe lamb and another attentive mother, so far so good. I'll post this and go back to the barn; it's almost 8 PM. Chances are good that I'll have more babies. I'll keep you posted on the lamb action.