Lambing time

We are half way through lambing and so far it's been a good year. We've had all twins and so far haven't lost a lamb. No, we don't have a bottle baby (thankfully). We had a little lamb with obstructed bowel, that just kept getting weaker and weaker. We found it about dead and had to milk out mom and tube feed it to keep it alive. It progressed to a bottle after tubing it twice. Justen performed an emergency "colonoscopy" when he decided it was going to die any way and amazingly enough it lived. We put it back with mom who accepted it back and now it's with her and doing well. Yesterday was still rough and he got several bottles (which means I kept having to crawl under mom to get the milk). After a dose of mineral oil last night with his bottle and some quality time teaching him where milk is suppose to come from he is in the pasture and looking great today.


Then this morning, Garrison insisted on helping Dad with chores before church. I managed to get him to stay in the house with me by cutting up strawberries and getting the whipped cream out (can you say BRIBE). But when Dad went back out the second time there was nothing I could do. I really just didn't want to hunt down his coat and boots because I was trying to get a bunch of other things done. I told him he had to find a hat and coat to go out. This is how he dressed himself.