The little ewe lambs were put in with the big ewe lambs today. Some of the little ones were the daughters of the big ones and sheep can and do recognize one another, even after months apart. The joy in the sheep pen was amazing, but there was sadness too. Two sets of twin ewes called and called for their mothers, but it was those mothers who died in the dead of winter to bloat from bad hay, so they were nowhere to be found. After a while, the little ewes gave up searching for their mothers and looked for food instead. It is only three weeks until the first lambs will be born and the presence of the older ewes may comfort the younger ones who are bred. This also cuts down on one set of chores, so the ewes can be watered and fed together now in one pen, though they have access to all three pens. The little ewe lambs stayed with the adults in their pen and everyone seemed content and relaxed. The two livestock guardian dogs kind of did a double take on the quick increase in numbers, but they know the ewe lambs, though they have not directly lived with them yet. I trust all will be well in the next few weeks as the preparations for lambing begin. The ewes must be sheared or at least crutched, that is the wool removed from their tail and udder areas for ease of birth and so that the silly newborns do not latch onto a chunk of manure covered wool thinking it is the teat instead. Lambs have been known to do that! Excitement is about to begin.
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