|a very pregnant ewe|
Since we used a ram marker this past breeding season, I had a pretty good idea when the babies would start arriving. My calculations were right on, too, I might add. Once the first lambs arrived, there was a short lull in the activity and then there were lambs popping everywhere.
As the time grew close, a couple of the ewes started to have some “issues”. Every time they would lie down, they would prolapse. …and yes, that means exactly what you think. Some of what should only be INSIDE would pop OUTSIDE. It’s okay to say, “EWWW, Gross!” I know I did, repeatedly. ugh
One of the sheep with this problem was a former show lamb named Trisha. She’s a big, wide girl with hams worthy of a show hog. As she packed on the late pregnancy pounds, she looked more and more like a pig in very dirty fleece pajamas. Honestly, it was not a pretty sight. She was eating continually. In the past, during multiple pregnancies, she had always singled. So, I wasn’t expecting much from her this year. A single lamb is completely acceptable. Particularly if the ewe requires no assistance and the lamb grows out well.
Imagine my surprise as we walked in the barn to see her giving birth to the second of twins. No, wait….
“HEY!” the Boss exclaimed. “I think she’s having triplets!” Before I could respond, Baby #3 had been born.
During this entire time, one of my favorite sheep, Tillie, had been having all sorts of “issues”. As the daughter of one of the first Suffolks that we raised here on the hill, she is sort of special. She’s a very nice animal, rather affectionate and a good producer. She even has a pleasant yet distinctive voice, unlike some of the others that just yell raucously without end when they perceive they need something.
But, her prolapses were disturbing, almost horrifying. She was huge…and seemed to get bigger every time we went to the barn. She was constantly eating and eating and eating. When she would lie down, her stomach would protrude weirdly, the prolapse would grow larger and larger and she would begin to writhe and scream. It was unsettling to say the least. However, when she would stand up, everything would go back where it belonged…most of the time. This went on for the better part of a week.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. We corralled her and pushed the prolapsing tissue back where it belonged. I couldn’t feel anything amiss, but worried that something horrible was going on inside her. The Boss advised a “wait and see” attitude.
We waited…and waited. She would eat and eat…then lie down…scream…eat and eat…on so on.
Finally, she began to labor. We went into delivery mode.
Oops! Just a head popped out. Not a good presentation. Blast! Where were the feet? Okay, found ‘em. Baby is born! It’s alive…yippee! Wow…it’s big, really big.
We thought we would give her some time to have the second one.
Then he popped out, rather gushed out, bringing all the watery birth sacs with him. Yuck, I was drenched.
Wow…he’s big, too!
Good Job, Tillie!
Wait a minute… some more hooves are presenting… oh my!
Ooop…a little re-positioning is necessary this time… and baby #3 is born!
All in all, nearly 30 pounds of lambs! WOW! Well, now…that explains all the pre-delivery issues.
|Tillie's triplets have to get a little creative at meal-time...taking turns|
|the pep boys|
Prior to the birth, I had the odd thought that if Tillie had triplet ram lambs (guy sheep, as one of my nephews called them long ago), we could name them Manny, Moe and Jack. You know…the Pep Boys? (auto parts stores) Unbeknownst to me, the Boss had the exact same thought.
However, one is a ewe lamb. I guess that makes them the Pep “Boyz”…Manny, Moe and Jacqueline.