Peter and Piper - and Mercy
Well, we have 5 new babies for the contest. Yesterday on March 29, DuClair had twin lambs, a boy and girl at 11:20 am. As far as I know, there was no guess that was more correct than Michelles. Donna, you can guess again.

This morning, Mandy had triplets! Two girls and one boy from 9 - 9:45 am. I don’t think anyone made a guess that was accurate on her either. To say the least I was afraid she would kid all night, so I had to check her every few hours. I don’t have a picture yet, I will put some up soon. They all look like Mandy. One girl will stay here with us, and one will go back to the Lady I bought them from. That was part of the deal. The buckling is free to a good home. I have two people who would like to have him.
I don’t need any pet wethers, so I am just giving him away. On names, (I forget if I explained this yet) I was going to choose Saint names again, but I was informed by the children that they wanted something more fun this year. They decided to name the lambs after children’s rhymes, songs and stories. So the first two lambs were renamed Star and Twinkle, and these two cute little black boogers are Peter and Piper. The one baby girl we are keeping from Mandy will be named Mercy, as today was divine Mercy Sunday. Yeah well so it’s outside of the theme, shoot me.
I have a lambing jug that I have made out of an old campershell. The sheep and goats love these because they have windows, and they can see out. I have been wearing a pair of overalls around for lambing and stuff, because skirts just don’t do well, and none of my pants will go over my huge, fat, lard- butt, cow body Rubanesque, voluptuous pregnant figure. Anyhow, I like to make sure the bedding is nice and fluffy-comfy, and I forgot to put some around the edges to block any drafts. So I managed to crawl in there and Beau took this picture of me, beached testing the jug for comfort.

My children have taken to calling me “Farmer Preggo” since I have been wearing the “preg-alls” that are also Beau’s. What he uses for height, I use for width. well, it all works out, usually I wear some jeans or something when working with the sheep or something, but as I said, I don’t have any that fit any more. The overalls are really more comfortable anyway.
The bedding was very deep and cushy. I was quite comfortable in there and seriously considered taking a nap. I was very comfie and besides I would never be able to hear the kids screaming and fighting playing from all the way out here. Then I discovered that the sheep needed it more than me, what with having just given birth. Stupid sheep, sigh.

Of course when I had hauled and wiggled my rear in there, I didn’t really think about getting back out again. Beau took this picture of me laying there thinking on it. Well, there is another jug, I could just insist that Beau put her in the other jug, and stay in there until it was time to go to the hospital. Well, ok maybe just until I have to pee so bad that I can’t wait any longer.















