When I got up Saturday morning, I immediately went to: 1. Turn the coffee pot "on"...and b. Checked the monitor in the office running "Sheep-O-Vision". Loretta had been acting suspicious on Friday and I had wondered if she had progressed along. Well, at first I thought it was something wrong with the camera in that part of the barn, but I saw what appeared to be the beginning of something working its way out of Loretta's posterior. To the tune of "There's mucous! (Only another shepherd or person living with one would understand the excitement those words bring to a shepherd's heart) She's in labor!" I ran back to the bedroom to get dressed. I barely had time to tell my DH I was headed to the barn when I heard, "Don't forget your phone." from my beloved spouse.
Loretta's labor progressed very fast, even for a first-timer. I checked on her then went about my business feeding the other sheep and making sure the others weren't around to bother the expectant mom. After feeding, I went back in and spied two big feet where feet aren't usually found on a sheep...but no membrane! No fluids! Oi!
Loretta was up and down. She was in the throes of deep, painful contractions without making any headway in getting this "pod-being" out of her body. By that time I noticed a nose and mouth with a big tongue hanging out of it. The tongue was pink, but if things didn't progress along it wouldn't be pink for long.
By that time my Dh had arrived to help anyway he could. I donned gloves. Enough time had passed and Loretta was getting weaker with each contraction. The nose was even starting to move back inside! I had forgotten how slippery these little guys can be, so I asked Hishonor to hand me a towel so I could get a good purchase on the front legs. With the next contraction, I pulled while Loretta pushed and out he came! Yes, damn it! Another HE!!!!
We are almost finished lambing here for this year. But I may have to start thinking of another ram. Since we've had my friend, Skittles, out of ten lambs so far, only one was a ewe lamb. The rest have been carbon copies of their sire. It's like Skittles has created his own army of Mini-Me's running around. My talks with him have fallen on deaf ears. He's out to create an army of rams under his control. So far, it seems to be working.
Darn it, Skit! I hope you remembered where you put your suitcase as you may be leaving...or at the very least you may have a roommate - with horns as impressive as yours! Got the word now?