Showing posts with label triplets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label triplets. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Arrival

The first of the spring lambs arrived tonight--triplets!
The Big Guy and Ryan knew they were on the way before supper. At our children's request we had a New York supper tonight--bread, cheese and fruit.  While on vacation in New York City a few years ago, we enjoyed fabulous meals out and about, but only one a day.  The other meal was simple fare in the flat we rented, gleaned from corner grocers nearby.
The Big Guy (tBG) checked on progress in the barn an hour later.  Not yet. 
Half an hour ago we went out to the barn and found the mama and babies, safe and sound.
TBG and Ryan transferred the babies from the back corner to a clean, dry stall, holding them close enough to the ground so the mama would follow her "prodigies" who moved at an incredible speed for newborns.
The Big Guy instructing Ryan--and to answer your silent question, the rag he grabbed was hot pink....
 
Once in the stall, TBG told her how to extract the wax plugs from the ewe's udder.
 
 
Then he told her they'd need "the bucket."  "The bucket" has the tools and supplies we've found helpful over the years of delivering lambs.  It's resupplied each winter and hung on a horseshoe that's been nailed near the jugs.
 
 
With scissors and iodine in hand, tBG and Ryan trimmed and dipped each lamb's umbilical cord.

This little one got a little dirty.  By morning he'll be clean and dry.
 
After providing the ewe with fresh hay, water, and grain, Ryan checked on her two caged rabbits while three others hopped past our feet and down warm tunnels.
 
 
Hoover, the dog, is always happy to be of assistance.  And, yes, do you see the newly-painted livestock trailer?  If only I'd gotten pictures of tBG's indoor painting tent and apparel!
So, despite weather outside that's frightful, Spring has arrived at Pine Ridge Farm.


Friday, January 22, 2010

Night Shift

No, there aren't pictures. That's because it's dark. I just came in from the 3:00 a.m. lambing shift. The Big Guy went out around 11:00 to feed the bottle babies. I woke shortly before 3.  Unable to sleep, I turned off  my 5:00 a.m. alarm and climbed out of bed.

Yes, I said  bottle "babies." After watching one of the ewes paw and pace all day, she dropped triplets in a back alley this afternoon. They couldn't have been there more than 45 minutes, but by the time I found them they were cold, wet, and somewhat trampled. Once again there was a great cacophony--minus that of lambs. They were too traumatized to bleat. The Big Guy and 15-year-old Grace came into the barn just in time to help sort things out and get the right ewe in the jug.

The Big Guy promised to take the younger girls to piano while I took Matthew to the orthodontist, so Grace and I talked through intubating. We had just prepared the milk when the Big Guy returned. Matthew and I took off for his appointment.

As of my most recent visit to the barn, the youngest and smallest of the new triplets is the only one doing well. The one we assume is the firstborn still isn't standing (12 hours later). He will not last long. The other is clearly a bottle baby at this point. And the quads? They're hale and healthy--for the moment.