For about a month the lambs are so cute it’s hard to get anything done. We spent a ridiculous amount of time with them and have pictures to show for it.
It’s a good thing we did because they could find trouble everywhere. Here they got themselves between the coop and the fence just as I was about to close the gap.
Because she was bottle fed, Edith has no fear.
And Stirling associates us with food because he got to nurse only when we had his mother in a headlock.
Stirling likes to jump in my lap. Ivy gets very jealous.
We let Edith stay in the jug with Priss and Dubble Stuff. Somehow they knew the towels were for sleeping on.
There is a weird relationship between Ivy and the lambs.
Before weaning them we set up a creep feeder so they could get used to eating grain.
Here they are, almost sheep.