At last, Sugar has had a lamb!
It's a teeny-tiny little ewe.
She was premature, which explains her size. We know this because when we turned Sugar over, her elder was full of a honey-like milk instead of the colostrum (first milk) that the little lamb needed.
As for names, the Charlotte who visited last weekend had already come up with one, and it's a whopper...
Yeah. She wanted a sheep named after herself.
But Charlotte wasn't very big or strong, so we brought her and Sugar inside.
Sugar's a good mum, and her milk will come in time.
The other lambs in the shed have got a new friend. He's brown, he's fluffy and he's called Ben.
Ben just loves to lick the lambs.
Even the little ones.
He's proud of his kids.
I tried to teach Pip to play ball yesterday, armed with my handy ball thrower.
Started well. I showed Pip the ball...
And chucked it!
The she carried it around for a bit, got bored and dropped it somewhere far away.
More practise needed.