The coldest morning on record for the Houston area invited in a new member of the flock.
Snow on the ground, and the water frozen over, didn't stop our sweet Cherry from delivering her lamb. A seasoned mother, she needed little help cleaning and no help feeding her new arrival.
It didn't take long for the bitty one to be up and walking -and very soon jumping- so transferring them to the warm dry barn was not difficult.
Our mother eye knew what was needed to keep her baby safe, spending most of the time in the corner of the barn away from the door. There was plenty of sunlight on one side of the barn for warming during the day, and hay for snacking and bedding in the corner.
After a couple of weeks of rooming in, the wee one was ready for the pasture. Following the ewe's cues of pacing from the corner toward the barn door, my daughter lead the two toward the other sheep in the pasture, where Chinchilla was welcomed into the flock.
The children named our wooly baby, 'Chinchilla'. The tradition is to name each lamb with the same sound as the mother, and this one's mother is named 'Cherry'. (she came with that name)
They can call her what she wants, but I call her 'Cici'.
