Who's Yer Mama?

I brought some ewes home late last night and one of them dropped some lambs tonight, and proceeded to knock them ass over teakettle every time they tried to get near her. Guess the stress of the haul right at the time she was due was too much for her, because she absolutely hates them.

Guess that makes me mom. Ugh. Not to mention, we're in the middle of an ice storm now so in the house they go.

Bottle feeding is a pain in the butt. Every four hours for the first couple of days, then you can slowly draw them down to 3 or so bottles a day. I learned with the goats to always put a 1/4 teaspoon of baking soda in every bottle. It works like an antacid and I never lost one to overeating. That doesn't make it any less of a PITA but at least I can let them chug down two huge bottles a day instead of 4 small ones without worrying that they'll bloat up and die on me.

Of course this means they'll wind up with names. 500+ goats and now nearly 200 sheep later, I'm really scraping bottom of the name bucket. I used to name them after things I'd like to have, like Miata, Carerra, Mercedes, Ocean, Lottery, then slowly dropped down to things I needed, like Washer, Dryer, Insulator, Charger, Radiator, Clutch. Now it's just whatever comes to mind when I look at 'em.