Snowball, Snowball, Snowball…. Ewe of the prolapse, ewe of enormous size and focal point of my pregnancy watch obsession. You have really out done yourself this time!
I got every shepardess’ worst nightmare – The Call. My call went like this. “There is something really wrong. I walked out and there are feet and a nose poking out. She not pushing at all and the tongue is hanging out and the baby is all white and dead looking.” I’ll be right there!!!! But, I work a bus, car and ferry ride away from my farm. Which means I’ll be there in about 2 hours and many phone calls later.
The next call went like this “your mom is here to help and she’s chasing Snowball all over the pasture trying to get her in a stall.” Tell her TO STOP CHASING THE BIRTHING EWE! Next “your mom has her sleeves rolled up and is starting to pull out the lamb”. Tell her TO STOP PULLING!! Leave them alone for an hour and see how things progress and let nature do its thing. Next “the lamb really does look dead.” When it is born TREAT IT LIKE IT WAS ALIVE and nurture it.
And then the clouds parted… the next call I got I was about a half hour away from home. “The lamb is out and it’s alive and Snowball is licking it like crazy!” And my husband got home and started right away sub-dividing the large sheep stall into two smaller areas; one for Luann and her triplets and one for Snowball.
When I hit the farm we moved Snowball and her white ewe lamb into their lambing pen and waited… and waited…. I kept on seeing two hooves come out a few inches and then go back in. I could tell that they weren’t the right feet! They were either back feet or front feet upside down. GROAN! About two and a half hours after lamb #1 was born lamb #2 came. I gave a little pull to speed up the process since the large black and white ewe lamb was backwards. Mom did a pretty good job of licking it, but she was not as attentive as lamb #1. And she was getting distracted by #1 who was up and trying to nurse.
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Lamb #2 back feet and sack
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I’m 1 minute old!
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The first 2 lambs
Then I saw the bag for lamb #3. I figured I had a few minutes since everything else had taken hours. I stepped out to get a water bucket. And then came back to find the lamb on the ground, totally enclosed in the sack (it hadn’t broken) and Snowball not paying any attention to it. I jumped in, torn open the sack and cleaned out the mouth and nose. No breathing. I started rubbing its slimy little ribs and tummy and wiping off the face again and then the black and white ram lamb started to breath. Mom gave him one lick and was done with him.
And the favoritism started then. It’s amazing to see how the bonding progression works. For the first 24 hours I held Snowball 4 times to make sure all lambs got to suckle off of her. It was heartbreaking to see her head butt the tiny black and white lambs away. I supplemented them with a bottle every 4 hours. But Snowball has adjusted way faster than Luann did. Largely in part (most likely) to the smaller birthing pen that she is in. Now at a day and a half she will nurse all three, but lamb #1 is still her favorite and the others get pushed some. I’ll be offering milk multiple times a day as things settle down and her milk production picks up.
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