Late yesterday, Nancy wouldn't let me close to her rear. That's little Issy.
Issy in a box in the house. I've had to force feed her, as she lols her tongue like one of our calves used to, cannot seem to suck. Put a hot water bottle in with her, have tried to keep a cat in with her, but they have other ideas. Sargeant jumps up against her box and she's escaped a few times, but I rubbed her down and she nuzzles against me.
I checked them at 3 am this morning, in the rain and they were under cover in their little house, Issy between the pallet and mum, who was fine. She wasn't contracting as far as I could tell. This morning, Herbie called me that he thought my sheep was dead. She was, lying further down the pasture with little Issy curled up next to her. I'll cut her open shortly to see how many lambs were still inside her, and if they were lying breach. So we have a little orphan lamb. Feeding her with the bulb syringe as not having much luck with the teat. She pooped some grain pellets, didn't know she ate some yesterday, and although I saw her drink from Nancy, she probably only received one days' worth of colostrum. I'll keep a watch on the 4 ewes still to lamb, and try and have one of them accept Issy when their own lambs are born. It's better for her to stay with the other sheep than live with me as a pet.