I woke up to 45 mph winds out of the north, a temp gauge that barely reached 28F, and 5 new babies on the ground. Fawn has a beautiful red one and also a solid white, both by Wapiti. Both of her lambs are big and healthy, no idea the sex yet. One of the Dingo daughters has a nice black ewe lamb on her. Then I find one running around with no mother. She looks like she started out white, but someone poured a bucket of black paint on her, making her front 3/4 solid black and ending in a wavy pattern over her hips and sides to leave the back end white. She was hollering plenty but no one was answering. I started to catch her, but saw Dingoling had been courteous enough to drop HER new lamb out in the open to enjoy the lovely freezing wind, and was now pawing it to bits trying to get it to stand up. I left the unclaimed lamb and headed over to get Dingy's lamb, who was just about knocked out and very cold. I tucked her inside my coat and buttoned it up to keep her warm, only to turn around and see Dingy heading after the black and white lamb.
Dingoling is by Dingo (Black Hawaiian) and out of a dun Corsican ewe. I'd bred her back to a dun Corsican ram, so there wasn't much chance she threw a black and white lamb. "That's not your girl" I informed her, but she didn't pay much attention. It was a baby, and she was going to take it whether it wanted her to or not. And it did not want her to. Not one bit. She didn't smell like mom, sound like mom, and sure didn't look like mom.
After 10 minutes of hoping mom would make an appearance, I gave up and put Dingy and her adopted daughter into one of the stalls in the trailer.
I was out of dextrose and I needed to get the twins and my Chihuahua from the vet where they've spent the weekend (I went out of town) so I took the cold lamb along. Everyone oohed and ahhed over how tiny she was (2.98 pounds), and she got dosed with some dextrose until her eyes started to brighten up and she became more alert.
Back at home I found the orphaned lamb (Wave) had decided strange mom is ok since she had a working milk bar. I put her lamb in with her for a bit, and was happy to see she immediately accepted her and let her nurse, though I'm keeping her in the house in between feedings until she gets a good bit stronger.
So far the girls are outnumbering the boys at around 8 to 1, not counting Fawn's two that I haven't checked yet.
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