The prelude to this story is that we had been up all night with a sick little girl. You know those kinds of nights - waking up from a deep sleep to find someone, well, vomiting all over you. And then it happens again. And again and again. And there are middle-of-the-night tubbies with the poor dear, and pajama changes and many sheet changes and ultimately all the ruckus wakes someone else up who needs a snuggle back to sleep, oh and the dog needs to go out now and by the time "sun's up!" is declared from someone who apparently got a perfectly fine night of sleep in another room, we look at one another - and the mountain of sheets and towels - and just sigh, knowing how long it will be - and how much there is to do - before we can crawl back into that bed and finally sleep, and oh - fingers crossed no one else gets sick (but of course we all will ultimately end up sick). That's how this particular day started.
It was quickly followed and promptly overshadowed, however, by "lambs!!!" The long awaited call shouted from the bottom of the stairs by Papa, the first up. Naturally, it sent all of us into action instantly. Or rather, sent Steve and I out with livestock first aid kit in hand, Adelaide hot on our heels, Harper right behind her, and the sleepy teenage boys satisfied with staying inside with Gram (recovering from a recent fall herself) and a sick sister to bathe and snuggle. Before we made it to the barn, however, we were greeted by these two hooligans at the front door...
"No, no, no you don't! This is not the time for this!" my Adelaide firmly scolded Bluebell and Buttercup, hurridely bringing them to their own pasture (I swear I saw them hang their heads in shame at hearing her speak to them so harshly).
And then we saw this. Three ewes...acting a little funny, and someone suspciously missing from the crowd.
Cinnamon! And her...babies! Papa was right, there were two extra heads out there in the morning! It looked as though birth had just happened - still cleaning up the babes as she was, and afterbirth yet to be delivered. But already an awesome Mama, she was protective and nursing and all nestled into a corner of the barn. Yes! One ram, one ewe. Promptly named by the kids by universal vote of Nutmeg (the girl) and Clove (the boy). Though colors certainly will change a bit in the coming months, these two appear to be a rich chocolate (almost moorit) just like both their mother and father.
We got them settled into a pen, checked everyone out, gave the Mama her warm molasses water, oohed and aahed a whole lot, and then let them settle in together so we could return to tending a babe, keeping everyone else healthy, and going about the other events of our day.
Such as, the stage. It's opening weekend of the boys current production, Cinderella, and I had two footmen (and a mouse) to deliver to the ball! Not just for one show, but two shows on this particular long day away from home. It was there - working in the wings - that my phone started buzzing with a flurry. "Charlotte!!" started the texts, as I felt that pang of wishing I could be in two places at once. Not just for my own selfish desire to watch the birth and greet the new lambs, but for worry of Steve alone with the three little ones, a not-quite-recovered mother and how many sick children by now? But what followed over the next couple of hours - all through Cinderella's sad start, the beautiful ball and her ultimate happily ever after and almost to the second happily after - were all good updates on the process. From what I can surmise from those, and the tall tales I arrived home to later in the evening, all went well. Papa, Adelaide, and Harper were able to watch the entire birth from very close by. And when they needed to intervene, it was smooth and swift.
Charlotte quickly settled into her new role as Mama to these two sweet girls, named Jane and Adele (it seemed only right to carry the Bronte naming into the next generation with their characters). Their coloring is currently a bit darker than their cousins in the next pen over - nearly all black. It seemed perfect to us that Charlotte and Cinnamon - the best of friends in the pasture - would birth within hours of each other, and be finding their way as new Mamas side-by-side.
All are well and warm and snug under their Mamas' care. And we are, as you can imagine, absolutely delighted with how the day unfolded and the four new babies under that barn roof so far.
Lambs! Spring, my friends, really is here.