Jublilation

I went to the barn this morning to check on our 11 ewes who are due to begin lambing--and found a beautiful set of quadruplets.  They were in a corner surrounded by three very busy mamas.  No pictures of the rodeo, but it did take some finagling to get the calf locked up and the right mama in a jug (small pen) with all four of her babies.

Surrogate Mama Number One was motivated by some aggressive ear-twisting to get out of the pen.  Surrogate Mama Number Two left on her own.  Needless to say, there was much mayhem.  When a ewe lambs, she instinctively turns in circles, looking for her prodigy and, once it's standing, nudges it to her udder.  Now that all the mamas heard the high-pitched bleating of the babies, they responded with deep-throated calls and turned in circles, running into each other.  One of the mamas who "lost" her babies was calling and pawing at the closed gate.

To warm the little ones up, I grabbed a heat lamp out from under the window cupboard (a 2x12" board that lifts on hinges across its top edge), climbed up onto the sides of the jug, and hung the lamp from a 16-penny nail in the wooden ceiling beam.  The cord didn't reach the outlet.  I would need an extension cord.  Before leaving for the cord, I fed and watered the mama hoping to distract her long enough for the babies to eat.

When we have triplets or quadruplets, we give them a boost by tube-feeding them pre-mixed colostrum.  Knowing a belly of warm milk would give them the shivers, I ran to the machine shop to get the necessary extension cord, shuffled back over the icy gravel to the barn, went through 2 sets of doors, a gate, and up on the sides of the jug, kissing cobwebs, to plug in the lamp.

I mixed the colostrum in the house, returned to the barn, checked the mama's udder to make sure she had milk (ewes have a wax plug at the end of each tit that has to be released before milk can pass).  Then I tube fed three of the babies, trimming and treating their fresh umbilical cords.  The other little one was contentedly nursing, so I let him be.

After Laura woke up we went to barn together.

 

By now everyone was settled down--except Grace's calf, Falcon.  He was so excited that he kept rubbing up against us, head-butting and pushing. 

After a sound pat on his side, he would run and jump in mad circles around the barn.  He was still running and jumping even as we left.  Who knew birthdays could be so exciting?