Back in April when I'd just come back from my sister's wedding abroad, I did some lambing work experience, even though it was a little late.
Now during lambing, you get occasionally a mother that will either die or reject the lamb for reasons of their own. On average, from the flock of 300 ewes, we only get 30-50 (50 in a really bad season). Sheep aint great mothers ^^'
When I went, it was towards the end, and George (the farmer) had 2 orphan lambs left (the others had gone to various neighbours to be weened) but these 2 had been left.
But, it's me. So I was like, "hey george, do you want me to take those 2 off your hands until some of your neighbours have space??"
And cos my parents are pros and we have a good sized garden, we totally looked after them for about 3 weeks :'D
The dark coloured one in my arms was called Ruby, and she was only about 2 weeks old when we got her. She was fairly shy and very skinny and small at first, but grew and grew
She had a little pink nose >< cute as a button
George even said he'd be keeping her for breeding, which is awesome :'D
The white one on the floor was Leo. He was a texal cross, so was very thick, but she was so sweet and really friendly, and liked chewing shoes, and jeans, a coats, and hair, and face.
He was very chunky and very heavy after 3 weeks haha, but was a week older than Ruby.
Sadly, as a male, at a year old he's gonna be a meat lamb, but he had a totally spoilt childhood :'D
The twat in the grubby clothes is me, wearing grubby clothes so the sheep can chew 'em