The saga of the bottle lamb continues.
I have heard bottle fed lambs be called “bummer lambs”, and never thought much of it. Until this past year I’d never raised lambs before. With this lamb, I’ve learned some things, mainly why they are called bummer lambs.
Here’s the thing. I like hooved animals…. outside. But this guy pulls at my heart strings. Maybe it’s that I’m a mom now, or maybe it’s that my toddler calls him “my baby” and has stopped asking me about our dog that passed on last week. Either way, I have a hard time kicking him out. Look how he adopted our lab.
This weekend we put him out with the other lambs, it was so depressing. His mom didn’t seem to recognize him and all the sheep acted like he was, well… the black sheep. It was sadly horrible and funny to watch. Here is this 2 week old lamb trying to make friends with chickens – they were not impressed. When that failed he tried to make friends with the goats (they couldn’t run off – they were penned up in the bard). The goats just rammed the panel between them, sending him back to chickens for comfort. Chickens are unsurprisingly not into lambs and therefore little comfort to the bummer lamb.
With this in mind, my main goal this past weekend was to make my house not smell like urine. I am the queen of my castle overrun with boys. My husband is the only male in the house I don’t think is making our house smell like pee. Who knows, I could be wrong hahaha.
My oldest, is pretty good, but I still regularly yell “LIFT UP THE SEAT!” My youngest is smack in the middle of potty training so he’s that kid right now. You know, the one always in sweat pants that regularly smells like pee. I have an old lab that it’s a crap shoot if he will make it outside – thankfully he is respectful enough that if he has an accident it’s on the concrete at the back door – but STILL! On top of these, we have “my baby” off and on still in the house. The dang place had a heck of a go last week, and needed a full disinfecting.
Turns out the training pads for large dog breeds work pretty well, and they have scent lock. However, I’m pretty sure my pac ‘n play is now a barn tool. Don’t judge – baby goes back to the barn to make friends during the day. He’s actually doing better. His sister is starting to be more gutsy and stray from mom enough to play. Mom is not impressed with the small lamb that smells like dog and can’t seem to understand why her daughter keeps trying to play with him. Even with starting to integrate back into the herd, his loyalty is still at the house. As soon as he hears us or the dog he runs to greet us in hopes of coming along.
He’s gotten pretty good with the bottle, and we’re just about through the late night & early morning feedings, so he’s destined for barn nights. He has been entertaining though. If he could be house broke he’d be even cuter.