So much has happened in these last 24 hours…..
Yesterday evening, I had an inkling that something was up. Maggie had taken herself away.
So I watched and waited.
Maggie was wandering – her gait was very lateral and her overall shape had suddenly changed.
I read somewhere that sheep won’t eat 24 hours before they give birth – this is not true.
Maggie ate some tea plus a couple of pieces of Kitkat (the dark chocolate version) that I had about my person.
She walked, she dug, she walked. Sometimes she lay down.
I was surprised to find ‘Bert in Maggie’s field for a while (what a guy) and then he went off to rejoin his friends (probably realised he should go “tout suite”).
After supper, I went back out and waited. I even texted Daisy to come out and then told her not to bother. Luckily Daisy ignored my last request and arrived.
And we watched (at a good distance) while everything happened. It was fascinating. Nature at her finest.
Maggie would have dig, lie down, have a contraction, then stand up and smell the area and lie down again.
As we were keeping a good distance, we could only see what was going on via the long camera lens. We were looking for movement of the lamb when it was born so we knew it was alive.
The arrival. Clever Maggie.
Once on the ground, Maggie immediately stood up and started licking her new arrival clean and dry. She was very thorough and the little lamb had no choice.
Within minutes, Lamb was trying to get up, with varying degrees of success.
Et voilà! 10 minutes later.
Maggie is a wonderful Mum. She knows what to do.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines we were being watched. Maggie was safe in her field and no one dared try to go in. She needs peace and quiet. Taktur also knew something was going on.
The next day – I went out with Maggie’s breakfast. She loves her food and I want her to get into a good post-baby routine. She is still very thin. It’s all gone into the lamb in utero these past few weeks.
And we are 99% sure Lamb is a he.
He has the cutest little white cap on the top of his head.
Interestingly, Maggie ate his poo. There was nothing left. She wanted no evidence of his existence anywhere.
A friend saw him and said “wow, that’s one good lamb”. I agree.
And he is bold.
I have been in the field three times (I wanted to go more but stopped myself).
Lamb is very brave and confident. He is learning to bounce too – be still my beating heart.
Maggie is always watching but is good about me being there. Animal Crackers help.
And his name? Harry Lamblin.
So welcome to Harry. I am already in love.