Lambapalooza 2015

We've been very, very busy here the past week or so. 

Tricot lambed Wednesday evening.  She had a single lamb we've named Spruce.  Spruce is big, bouncy brown ram.  Tricot is very excited to be a mother (again), but she's still trying to lick all the lambs. 

Finally, her own baby to lick!

Spruce & Tricot

Theresa lambed Friday morning.  (She ate her breakfast between delivering her water bag and her lamb! Not what I expected from a shy gal like Theresa.)  Theresa had a single, solid black ram lamb.  We've named him Mesquite, even though he's fairly mild-mannered so far.

See Hazel having breakfast in the background?

Mesquite & Theresa

Calico lambed in the middle of the night, very early on a Saturday morning.  (I'm a little annoyed with Calico as she managed to lamb during the daylight hours in 2013 and 2014.)  Another single ram lamb--this one is almost solid white, with a black nose and some light brown spots on his legs. His name is Hawthorn.  Apparently, if you lamb in the middle of the night, you miss out on the birthing glamor shot.  All I have is a picture of little Hawthorne, a day or so old.

Hawthorn

Czadas lambed early Sunday morning.  I thought Hazel was in labor, but when I went to the barn, Hazel was stuck on her back (but not in labor) and Czadas was running around with her water bag hanging out.  Czadas had a single ewe (hallelujah) lamb.  Sequoia looks just like Mommy, but brown.
 

Czadas, Sequoia, and Barack O'Llama

Sequoia waiting for Czadas to finish eating.

Meanwhile... On Saturday, our neighbor told us that Myrtle was limping.  Scott found that she had a broken front leg.  (We're not sure what happened.  I was in the barn and the field most of the day, checking on Czadas and Hazel.  It must have happened on one of my brief forays to the house.)  Our vet was out of town, so the UT Emergency Field Vets came, x-rayed her, and put on a cast.  They returned on Sunday to try to line up the break more evenly, but it wasn't possible.  Myrtle had surgery at the UT Large Animal Hospital Monday. She did well and should be coming home later today.

Myrtle with cast #2.

Meanwhile....  Hazel lambed Monday morning.  (That's a euphemism for the middle of the night.  It's okay, because it's what she always does.  Hazel lambs at midnight like clockwork.)  More rams, but this time twin ram lambs (something we've never had, and they are wild already!).  First born is Cypress, who is absolutely beautiful.  He's dark, dark brown with white markings on his face.  Second is Cedar, who I've barely gotten a good look at--like his mother, he is a little shy. He is brown as well, with a small white marking on his head. 

A very tired Hazel lick, lick, licking.

Cypress

 In this midst of all this excitement: llama shearing on Monday night.  Although they were both cranky, Snowball and Barack O'Llama were fairly well behaved. 

"This is (one of) my cranky face(s)."