Our blue tag 98 mama — she doesn’t have a more formal name other than her ear tag identification — had twin lambs that are a day old and as cute as lambs can be.
It’s our first experience with twins, although we suspected she would have two because this is her second pregnancy and she was particularly wide. In the world of building a herd, the great news is the lambs are girls. Honey and Oats, my son has named them. Honey has ears that droop a bit, and Oats has ears that stand straighter.
It’s really the only way we can tell them apart at this point. They’re nearly identical in size — roughly the size of a 20-ounce pop bottle on lanky legs with adorable snowy white faces. They sound similar with their newborn baaing, and they both go between standing under the heat lamp to pestering their mother by trying to suck. It’s their entire world at this point.
Newborns Honey and Oats with their mother last night.
This mama ewe has only birthed girls. Her first baby last year, Bella, is pregnant this year with her own baby, likely just a single. She’s the friendly one among the seven ewes in our tiny barn. She is the first to come over to us looking for some pats, and if you get close enough, offering some sheep sort of kisses.
Baby lambs are the only sign pointing to spring at this point. The ice and snow-covered ground shows no inkling of a thaw. The wind still is whipping up below-zero temperatures. It’s not possible to sneak outside for just a minute without putting on layers of coats, boots, a hat and warm gloves.
That weather made me worry in the night that the newborns would freeze to death on their first night on earth. These are tough conditions to survive. But this morning they both seemed happy and were up looking for some breakfast.
The mom in me rested a bit easier seeing that. Honey and Oats are just what we need at this point of the winter at our house.
Honey looking for a place to nurse this morning. You can see Oats’ legs where she is eating on the other side.
Mama blue tag 98 stands patiently for her babies to eat when they are not under the heat lamp. Some of our hens like hanging out with the sheep because it’s warmer in the barn.