I did a thing. I rescued three adorable week old ewe lambs last month. They were orphaned triplets from a large sheep farm in Hamilton. These girls are crossbred targhee/merino/rambouillet sheep which is a very good cross for luscious soft wool. These girls are my sweater babies.
They think I am their mother. I feed them their baby lamb formula from a bucket and comfort them on cold nights. They follow me around whenever I am outside and call to me when I'm in a different area of the property.
Though they move as a unit most of the time -herding instinct is strong- I can see their personalities developing.
CJ is the youngest by a week and the smallest. She needed a lot of holding in the beginning. Now she is a firecracker. Having to fight her way into the crowd to the milk bucket has made her tough.
Chiquita is the middle child. She has the prettiest sad eyes. A bit quiet. Hangs back from the crowd sometimes, but when she gets attention she is in heaven. A real sweety. She is Michael's favorite.
And Fuzz. The biggest, oldest lamb. She is the first to come greet me, the first to jump through the gate (almost too big now) and follow me to the house. She is always checking in with me. She isn't as fond of getting pets, but must come sniff me repeatedly to make sure I'm there.
Can you tell I'm in love?
Reggie, our rooster, is doing fine after his battle with black rooster. All his scrapes have healed up and he is back to being his usual self.
Polly, our angora doe, had a baby girl. She was born two days after we brought the lambs home which makes her 1 week younger than little CJ. We named her Leia since her brother last year was Luke. She is shy but friendly and very bouncy. If you can keep her from bouncing around for a minute she will fall asleep on your lap.
Oh, babies! You make spring so special.