Bruiser was born Tuesday afternoon, fought through a night in the barn, and by Wednesday afternoon had learned to drink from a bottle. She was doing so well. The mistake must have been changing the dressing. It appeared to be doing more harm than good, so I left the wound open to dry. Even with renewed dressing and penicillin, Bruiser passed away yesterday afternoon (Thursday).
The other lambs are doing well. Matthew was sent on a mission to feed two of the quads. "How will I know which ones?" he asked.
"Just put the bottles down where they can reach and call. They'll come," the Big Guy answered.
When Matthew came back in the house he was pleased and a little surprised. "They were just like torpedos, Dad! All I did was call and they came as fast as they could! You really have to hold on to those bottles." So now our little bottle babies are fondly called the Twin Torpedos.
And these...are the ladies in waiting. So goes life on the farm.
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