Lambs are the best

I’m constantly surprised how much I love baby animals. I never was much of a baby person! But every time we hatch new chicks, or have a new litter of bunnies, or dream of all dreams: have new lambs, I feel absolutely elated. I always say “give me all the babies! every day! I never get tired of the babies!”

And I guess I didn’t realize—not having growing up on a farm—that the only way you get to see newborns, is if you have them yourself. By the time a kitten or puppy is old enough to leave its mother, it’s not really that tiny anymore. A brand new lamb is a miracle of nature: standing in minutes, nursing right away, ready to frolic and play and get into every mischief imaginable (and even some I hadn’t imagined!)

Icelandics are seasonal breeders and only lamb once a year. It feels like a LONG time to wait for fresh babies again next spring.

This year’s lamb stats:

Hamish (only surviving twin of Deja) solid moorit

Heimdall (Solid moorit ram) and Hendrix (moorit spotted ram) twins from first time mother, Freya (the two lambs pictured)

Haven (black mouflon ewe) from first time mother, Fifi

Haldir (Solid black ram) and Heidi (Black spotted ewe) from Darby