Last Sunday (01/19/2014), I came home from church and inspected Dottie, our new mama ewe, her 5 day old lamb. I noticed right off that Dottie obviously didn't feel good, so after consulting my dad, I raced off to town and bought penicillin and wormer in the hopes of saving her. It did nothing for her and she died later that evening. Herself and I caught the little lamb and brought her inside the shed and put her in the crate; I had some milk re-placer that I used for the hogs so stuck a feeding tube down her throat and gave her some just to keep her in calories until I could get some real formula for her.
After that, I spent hours trying to get her to take the nipple from a bottle; it was quite foreign to her, and the milk just trickled in for several days until Wednesday, when she truly figured it out. Now that she knows where the milk comes from, she knows who her mama really is: ME!
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