I just knew Primrose, the Leicester Longwool, would want her own private birthing suite. I probably would have chosen the same really. She had two ram lambs in a very private part of the pasture yesterday afternoon. No drama. No fanfare. Just behind the scenes getting the job done. That's my girl!
The boys are well and enjoyed some time under the heat lamp since it was still chilly here yesterday.
I cannot wait to shear her. Not only because I want to get my hands on the fleece, but the poor thing can hardly keep track of her babies with all that wool in her face. And hay. And sticks. And God only knows what else. She's like a giant Swiffer sheet.