Sheeps – update
Last night, Mum tried to smother her bebbies by plopping down and lying on them.
Incensed, after all my efforts, I picked up the twins, shoved them into a box and took them home leaving Mum to rot in hell. Her blatant neglect and disregard was unworthy of such lovely little bebbies.
They spent the night in my sitting room, in a box, in front of the fire where they warmed up and were fed.
This morning, I received a message saying Mum was on top form, had milk flowing and was ready to have her bebbies back. Being a realist, I could see my lambies were far better off with their mum than with me so I returned them, hoping for the best.
I found Mum standing up and I pushed her lambs towards her and left them to it as all was looking good (no rejection – they needed peace and quiet together to rebond).
I bloody wish. I returned a few hours later to find the bebbies wandering about starving and Mum looking pretty vacant. So, back to the intensive nursing duties.
Mum was put in the back of my car, the bebbies were back in their box and I drove them all home and put them in my small shed – it made more sense. Everyone nearby to be helped.
So, Mum is still having porridge with honey while bebbies are fed every 2-4 hours and I hope they are sucking off their Mum, though I am not holding my breath as she doesn’t stand up much.
Call me mad. Yes, I know. But they need help and I can’t walk away. That is just not me.
Meanwhile, outside it is cold, winter is trying to return and I am neglecting my lot.
To make up for it, I gave them a bale of silage and no one looks like they are suffering.
Except for Haakon who is trying to pretend he needs more food while he starves by his bucket(s).
When it comes to fat Icelandic horses who have everything, my heart is hardened to ice.