Here we see Tlingit anxiously leading her new lamb away, before wicked farmers can harm him. His white blaze stands out quite clearly from a distance. He is still a little unsteady on his pins, but with the care and attention of his devoted mother, his chances of growing into a beautiful ram are excellent.
Sadly he will truly have her devoted attention since it seems that his twin was a stillbirth. It is hard to find these things, and yet it is a part of the whole truth. We strongly suspect that the stillbirth was a result of the stress recently placed on our flock by the dog attack, although that is effectively impossible to prove.
As yet we have no other lambs to add to the tally, although the ewes are broad and languid. Their languour does not extend to when farmers arrive with treats - to help them recover what condition they may, we are lavishly feeding them hay, with robust supplements of alfalfa, in both hay and pellet form, as well as both oats and barley. Their feeding is so lavish, in fact, that they are turning up their noses at regular grass hay, but given their otherwise precarious situation we're happy to indulge them.