One lamb hasn't fared so well in the weather last night and I don't hold out much hope.
Got him by the fire warming. My youngest thinks this is incredible and we're struggling to get him to leave the lambs side.
I'm annoyed at myself as I noticed him being a bit doppy last night but when I lifted him and saw he had a full belly I just assumed he was kind of "milk drunk" as he was lay next to his mum and still walking around when I put him back. Noticed this morning the ewe was over the other side of the field while he was still lay where he was at 3 this morning when I did my checks. The constant wet weather has made him go down hill fast.
Fingers crossed a bit of a warm by the fire might help him. He hasn't got his head back so that's a positive.
*lamb update*
I'm afraid the lamb hasn't made it.
When I brought him in the house I knew his chances were slim. You develop a sixth sense of when something is going to survive or not but you always try no matter how rubbish the odds.
I could hear that rattle on his chest, the tell tale sign of pneumonia. I gave him the right antibiotics and plenty of warmth and comfort but unfortunately I just didn't catch it soon enough.
Now I have to make sure the ewe doesn't get mastitis, as sometimes twin lambs have a side they drink from so the other lamb will only be pulling from the one.
Never sure how much I should share on the blog. But it seems right to share the lows as well as the highs, to save looking at it through rose tinted glasses.
It does leave you feeling shitty no matter how often you deal with these types of things.
I can remember spending hours in the lamb shed trying to get sickly ones to drink or pull through when I was a child.