Amberina

Just a little over one year ago; on a cold blustery January night; when the snow was deep, and the temperature was 14 below... Our sheep Amelia had triplets. Two big boys, and an absolutely teensy little girl - so small, I could easily pick her up with one hand. (She was about eight inches long, and just a couple pounds.) Too tiny to survive the extreme temperatures - she ended up coming to live in the house with us... For a month.

We named her Amberina.

That was quite the month. Changing her diapers, feeding her bottles around the clock, and keeping her out of mischief. Due to her feeding schedule - and need for constant supervision - she went everywhere we went... Including church. As you can see from the photo - her favorite spot was next to the wood stove with her friend (the stuffed goat "Erasmus"). We have had Erasmus for awhile - but decided Amberina could have him - in the hopes that he would remind her of her brothers and keep her company. She usually liked Erasmus pretty well - but one night, she would not go to sleep - and kept jumping around her cardboard box and being extremely silly. Thinking she was just being hyper as usual - I reached into her box - made her lay down - and snuggled Erasmus up next to her. Immediately, in the darkness there was a quick flash of eery blue light coming from her box. At that point I was almost as disturbed as Amberina, knowing that neither of them should be glowing blue... Reaching into the box again, I felt the crackle of static electricity. Evidently the combination of Erasmus and Amberina's wooliness was causing some 'shocking' results.

She was basically done with Erasmus after that.

Amberina's all grown up now. Considering her confusing lambhood - she's turned out to be a very happy, well-adjusted little sheep.

(Which isn't always the case for bottle lambs.)

Last night Amberina passed another milestone. She's a momma now.

I can't tell you how proud we are to see what a good momma she is. We'd always wondered if she would be able to do it - since she never really had a mom herself - but she surprised us.

She loves the little guy so much.

And we are so thankful.

Second generation bottle lambs are not our idea of a good time.

(We named him "Erasmus")...

Pollyanna

My brother was taking some pictures of our sweet little bird this morning...

She can be quite charming when she wants to;

and she's not nearly as hostile as she used to be;

but she still regresses occasionally...

(Thanks for the pictures Joe!)

The lambie dears

Our little barnyard has been blessed with the most bountiful flock of sweetness yet.

Almost too much sweetness. If that were possible.

They're everywhere out there;

And so adorably precious: that it hurts.

A warm and fuzzy little heartache; twenty times multiplied.

Yep. We're at twenty lambs now.

And still counting.

Being Still

This poem was a great encouragement to me a couple of years ago when I first found it; and I'm making it a "post-valentine post" - in the hope that it will be the same for any young ladies out there that may sometimes find this season of their life difficult. May God bless each of you - wherever you are in the journey of discovering the tremendous joys and blessings of the season the Lord has you in.

Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!

Nor deem these days--these waiting days--as ill!

The One who loves thee best, who plans thy way,

Hath not forgotten they great need today!

And, if He waits, 'tis sure He waits to prove

To thee, His tender child, His heart's deep love.

Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!

Thou longest much to know thy dear Lord's will!

While anxious thoughts would almost steal their way

Corrodingly within, because of His delay--

Persuade thyself in simple faith to rest

That He, who knows and loves, will do the best.

Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!

Nor move one step, not even one, until

His way hath opened. Then, ah then, how sweet!

How glad thy heart, and then how swift thy feet

Thy inner being then, ah then, how strong!

And waiting days not counted then too long.

Sit still my daughter! Just sit calmly still!

What higher service could'st thou for Him fill?

'Tis hard! ah yes! But choicest things must cost!

For lack of losing all, how much is lost!

'Tis hard, 'tis true! But then--He giveth grace--

To count the hardest spot, the sweetest place.

J. Danson Smith

(I took the above photo in Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic)

It's cold...

But it's beautiful.

Feeling Sheepish

I'm very sorry if you're tired of hearing about sheep; I can't say that I blame you. I'm with you. If you simply can't handle another sheep post - I suggest you stop now - because we're still feeling pretty sheepish around here.

For those of you who are still reading...
Yesterday was a truly classical mayhem day. We haven't had many of those lately. It has been pretty quiet these past few months. Disturbingly quiet. Things were going pretty well, until 4:00 when it was time to go out and give the sheep their mid-afternoon snack. The first hint that all was not well was the sheep half-buried in a snow drift. (No, I didn't take a picture.) Evidently she had been trying to crawl under the bottom rung of the wooden fence. Well, she was 'great with lamb' and only managed to make it half-way before she got stuck. That's when the wind came along and dumped a whole snowdrift on the poor thing, and there she had been for a great long while - judging by the icicles on her chin and eyelashes.

After about ten minutes of shoveling, I had her free - but she wouldn't stand up. Eventually, (with the help of my brother) we were able to get her up and in the barn. (Where she proceeded to eat non-stop for the rest of the evening.)

I really felt like I had done enough to deserve a mug of hot chocolate at that point; but in the process of excavating Meredith, I had noticed a lamb I didn't recognize, wobbling around one of the sheds. After convincing myself that we wouldn't be amputating any frozen sheep feet - I went looking for that lamb...

I found her in a little shed, all snuggled up against one of our older ewes - Amelia. I could immediately see that Amelia was right in the middle of having a lamb - so I assumed this baby was hers also. Something was strange though... The baby looked like it was a couple of hours old - so either Amelia was having trouble or this wasn't her baby... (Lambs usually aren't that far apart.) Strangely enough; she kept on talking to it and licking it like it was hers... Meanwhile, Amelia's three year old daughter, Alice, was running in circles around the shed baaa-ing in that certain voice that they only use when they are looking for their babies. That's when I found another little lamb in the corner, all covered with snow, that hadn't made it. Probably Alice's. Putting two and two together - I knew that the other baby was Alice's too - despite what Amelia was saying about it.

I decided to pick the little shivering thing up and take it to the barn - within five seconds - I had two bellowing mommas chasing after me. One of which was getting ready to drop a lamb any minute. I postponed offering to cut the lamb in two - figuring that if I just waited a few seconds - we would have another lamb to bargain with. Sure enough, the moment Mom and I had some straw on the floor, Amelia had her lamb. As soon as she saw her own little boy, she was sufficiently distracted. As crazy as the last half-hour had been, everyone quieted down at that moment. It doesn't matter how many lambs I catch - I still panic those first few seconds. His little lips were purple. But then he sputtered - and then he cried - and all was well.

Within five minutes, he had a little brother. A teeny tiny little brother. Amelia was happy. My hands and feet were frozen, but I couldn't resist taking a moment to soak up the peacefulness - and examine the tiny little ears and noses in the soft red glow of the heat lamp.

By that time it was dark, and I was numb, and a cup of tea was sounding like a really good idea. More than enough mayhem for one day.

We had yet another lamb this evening... The snowdrift lady (Meredith) made a speedy recovery - and was well enough to have her little boy. (And she still has all of her feet - by some miracle.) We are now at the point where I have officially lost count of how many sheep we have. I'll get back with you on that.

another one...

I think lambing is contagious.

As of thirty minutes ago...we have ten little sheepers total.

We're calling this one Hayden.

I went out there to help Tasha (his momma) dry him off and get him on his feet. It was cold; but I really wouldn't have minded all that much - if it weren't for the cat perched on my shoulder. Not helpful.