I came home at 1pm expecting a trip to go get another round bale, but Molly had given birth, so I needed to get mother and child into the secondlambing pen.
Then I noticed Tillie was missing. And, of course, she had chosen to give birth to a little white lamb, in the rain in the mud down at the end of the loafing area.
So it was another game of lamb rugby. Luckily I won, dropping the lamb inside the outside door of the lambing pen just before Tillie dropped me.
Poor little lamb, born in the mud, and to cap it all, Tillie is very aggressive at kicking lambs and hoofing them until they get to their feet. The lamb was just covered in mud as well as blood from the birthing.
Here's the area of mud that Tillie tilled up trying to get this lamb to stand.
Then Tillie squeezed out another, this one black, with no trouble at all. So she has one black lamb, and one white one covered in mud.
Mollie, on the other hand, was sensible this year and gave birth indoors, to a nice clean lamb.
Last year she gave birth all the way at the end of the North Paddock, in the dark.
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