Well, after we went out and checked on the new baby and reunited it with its mother we learned that it was not well bonded. The first baby ran out and joined the herd while the mother was still giving birth to the second twin in the lean to. Unfortunately, I did not know until today that if a baby is not well bonded you can rub the afterbirth on the first baby and the mother will some times bond with the baby. We considered giving the lamb away but it seems to be keeping up its energy. Us going out and pinning the ewe up against the feeder three times a day so it can get its fill of milk is helping.
Catching a ewe by your self is not an easy task. They are quick little buggers and even at 100# they are hard to stop unless you have some leverage. The second time I grabbed on to her I was off balance and ended up in the straw. Eventually I caught her. Annmarie and I had to add some holes to the halter we had already purchased last year. It is a little big, causing straps to hang down under her chin. These straps make it easier to catch her. I think she is starting to be resigned to her mistreatment. As far as the little baby is concerned we are the cats meow! The little lamb starts wagging its tail when we come into the barn because it knows it gets to eat its fill instead of sneaking a drink non stop all day.
I keep hoping that all the other ewes will have their babies so the little bummer can just go around stealing milk from every one. I got to use my bill cap light tonight. I felt like I was in a horror film. It projects a round light six feet in diameter roughly eight feet in front of your feet. A monster could be creeping up on you at any time. It made it very easy to walk around and not trip over any thing. Good thing there aren't any monsters. So the cap light is out for night stalking maneuvers.
I bought a sheet of plywood today to build some pet food storage bin in our utility room closet. It was raining when we got home so I had to bring it in and put it on the old house porch. Unfortunately, the wind was blowing around 20-30 mph. As soon as I got the piece out of the back of the pickup and upright between my two arms the wind found my sheet of plywood (now known as a very large kite!). I was blown 10 feet sideways before managing to stop myself. For every two steps forward I made I slid back another foot. I was not sure I was going to make it the 200 feet to the porch. I had to stop 20 feet from my goal and take a breather so I could push through. I did it and tomorrow I am going to make those bins.