BABA Little White Sheep
One of our neighbors (1/2 mile away) stopped by early last spring. She said she just gotten off work so don’t mind the dirty jeans. I asked where she was working. She told us about a sheep farm “down the road” that she helps out at during lambing time.
Of course to a city girl that had never seen a lamb in the flesh, that was something neat. After the proper amount of “oo’s and aah’s” and other conversation that found the words, mom and lamb in the same paragraph, she left. About 1/2 hour later she came back. Only this time she had company. My mom is holding the new bundle of joy
The little guy in the picture is 2 days old and 5 lbs. We named him Taco. He is what they call a “Bummer”. He was the smallest of a set of twins and they didn’t think he would be able to compete for meals with his larger brother, so the owner said “get rid of him”.
The term Bummer refers to a lamb that it’s mother refuses to accept and he “bumms” around to other nursing Ewes looking for a meal. In the technical meaning of the word, he really wasn’t a bummer, but they called him one anyway.
He was bottle fed 3 times a day for about 2 mos. By that time we had 2 more bummers that were a few weeks older than Taco. For you “City Folk” that have never seen a lamb this small, contrary to popular belief, they do not “Bah Baaah”, it’s more like “Maaa Maaa. They have to be the cutest critters ever put on the earth.
We have since sold the 2 older ones, and replaced them with 2 young females. Taco has a couple playmates now, and hopefully this spring we will have a couple more little “Taco’s” running around with their mothers. I am sure this story isn’t over yet, so stay tuned for more.
Cindy
