One of the farms I work for is currently dealing with an explosion of newborn lamb madness. It started a few weeks ago and is now entering epidemic status. There have been around 80 new lambs born and more are on their way, though we must be getting close to finished. Milling amongst the ruminant chaos, the level of cute and adorable becomes almost overwhelming. The lambs run and jump about, frolicking upon their straw, apparently enjoying their new found lives. They’re indoors for now, both to help keep them from becoming coyote snacks and to keep an eye on their health. However, they eventually will make their way out into the pasture and even more glorious days will follow.
I’m hoping to get a new post written late tonight or perhaps tomorrow. But tonight is a Grange meeting, tomorrow I have friends visiting, and the next few days are packed with plans, so I don’t know for sure if I’ll finish a post. In the meantime, enjoy these pictures of the lamb insanity.
Some of the coloring on the lambs is just ridiculously fantastic. This guy’s an example.
I love watching the lamb tails go mad as they nurse.
Most of the lambs are still quite skittish, but this spotted one didn’t mind getting up close to the camera.
I love this spotted lamb, here nursing with great abandon.
These siblings are just painfully cute and didn’t seem to mind being photographed. Perhaps just too sleepy to object.
And finally, this is Icey, the llama. She’s apparently posing for her picture. She helps watch over the little ones.
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You scared me for a minute… I thought it was something like mad cow disease! 🙂
Ha! Those first few sentences were a bit foreboding, weren’t they?
Lamb madness indeed! Brings to mind my days as a kid when we lived next to the State Fairgrounds (‘way out on the edge of town) which offered a huge open field adjacent to our digs. During WWII, the fair didn’t operate so the field was often filled with herds of sheep, especially during the spring lambing, and the little buggers were all over the place, running about, jumping and popping up in the midst of their elders. Looked like giant popcorn at times.
Oh my goodness, that would have overwhelmed me. They’re cute enough running and jumping in a barn. Outside is just over the top, no pun intended. And popcorn, indeed—I’m always amazed at just how high they can spring into the air.
Wonderful post. Sweet pictures. I am a sucker and a fool for a little baby anything. I’ve raised just about every orphaned thing there is. Enjoy the frolicsome exuberance that will surround you in the days ahead.
Thank you, Jordana! It’s pretty fun being amongst the madness. I’m pretty much a sucker and fool for the babies, as well. Gets right down in you.