New arrivals

It has taken me a week to post this as I will explain as I go . BUT last thursday morning I woke to two new and absolutely adorable lambs. At first I only saw one but both ewes had a little white lamb at foot. We had all waited expectantly to see if our brown sheep would give us a brown lamb. I dont think you could get much whiter.

This is the first lamb for milo, she was a little skinny but ever so cute. She has the genes to be a really good wool sheep.

Here is our other lamb. A little boy I think we will name blackie as he has a black dot on his nose.

After watching these cuties for a while and feeding the mums I thought it was time to head off for my spinning day. I was so excited I told everyone the great news. When I left spinning, heading to parent help at school I decided to quickly dash home and drop my wheel off. As I drove down the drive I slowed down to catch a sight of the lambs. To my complete horror I saw two large brown hawks or eagles attacking a lamb. So I jumped out of the car and raced over to the paddock saying not very nice things about the birds. The poor lambs eye had been pecked and it was still alive and thrashing about. I went into rescue mode and bundled it up, raced it into the house and wrapped it up, tried to warm it up and started looking for the lamb formula and lamb jumper.
I decided it needed more help than I could give it and raced it off to the vet. They were not too optomistic about survival, but gosh you have to try. I refused putting it down and the vet gave it oxygen, antibiotics, fluid etc. And an hour later I took it home.
I penned up the mum and expressed milk, which the lamb drank. Yaaaaah I though it seems to be doing really well. But alas It died at 7pm.
As much as I know it is only nature for birds to do this I was still devistated to actually see them attack such a vunerable little animal. Ireally did not know if I wanted to go through this ever again. It all just seemed so unfair. And this was my good wool sheep.
Maybe when I grow up I will be better able to cope with this. Death itself is not the issue with me, It is the pain and suffering inflicted that I find so hard to deal with.