Two weeks of lambing over, and although I think I might need a week to recover, I'm definitely sad to see it pass by, especially since I didn't even manage to sneak at least 1 pet-lamb in the boot of my car before I left (Don't think my Dad would have appreciated that...).A prime suspect for lamb-napping would have been the lamb in the photo: Red Stripe (due to the spray mark on his back). His mother, Mrs Red Stripe (also pictured), had a prolapse and stopped producing milk, so Red stripe became a pet-lamb who was bottle fed every day whilst staying happily with his mother. After a few days, he was more like a puppy as he followed us around whenever we entered the pen and tried to suckle our waterproof trousers. Not much milk in those...
The second week was just as busy as the first, more and more lambs just kept coming. Including a lamb that was one of a triplet. It was very very tiny and had to be stomach tubed and put under the heat lamb straight away. The poor lamb could almost sit in the palm of your hand, had only 1 eye and had surprising resemblance of a gerbil. Henceforth, the lamb was affectionately named 'Gerbil'. After a day of feeding via a stomach tube, the Gerbil moved enthusiastically onto sucking a bottle and was improving rapidly. However, the lady visiting at the cottages next door soon became a fan and took the Gerbil to feed and care for. It turned out it is completely blind in the remaining eye too, but was apparently happily running up and down the hallway bumping into things. Now, the gerbil is going home with the lady to live the life of lamby luxury in the North of Scotland at a riding school. And so the Gerbil lived happily ever after. The End
