Who doesn't love hour old baby lambs?
Early Sunday I went to the barn for morning checks to find a baby lamb outside the main sheep pen. He had rolled out under the gate and was separated from his mother. Inside the large pen was an upset mother and a twin lamb.
19 (daughter of Sweet Pea) had birthed the lambs sometime in the early hours of the morning and luckily had strong mothering instincts. By the time I got out there she had the lambs cleaned, dried off, and nursed. This is 19's first lambing season and she has produced possibly the cutest lamb I have ever seen.
I can not get enough of this little female lamb who is more white than black. Her brother is what we have traditionally seen for color. I love how her white comes down her ears and across her face almost to her nose. I think she looks like a Holstein calf.
Bixler, our dog, is always a little meticulous with the lambs and wants to make sure they are as clean as possible. Here you can see a little more of the white markings on the female's chin.
Our 2016 has officially started. I can only hope the rest goes as smoothly.
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