If you read my first post, you may remember me mentioning that we love our animals almost to a fault. And by we, I mean me. I just can’t help it. I really love and enjoy all our animals, but the babies. Those dang babies. It doesn’t matter what animal it is. If it’s a baby, I’m in love. If you follow me on IG (@mrslongrootsfarm), you may already be familiar with my obsession. I tend to stalk any and all new babies on the farm. I’m still fairly new at this farming thing so I spend a lot of energy worrying about our animals, especially the littles. Are they too cold? Too wet? Too hot???? My husband, in turn, spends a lot of energy convincing me that they are fine. They’re fine. Promise. They’re fine. Patient man. The elements can be harsh in Virginia! The winters long!! Every once in a while a baby will be born during one of the winter storms and need a little assistance from us to survive. That is the story of Liam the lamb.
Poor little guy didn’t have enough body mass to build up heat and was found shivering next to his momma. His brother was born a little bigger and was better off staying with momma. We weren’t sure if he was going to make it because he shivered after being wrapped up like a burrito and rubbed down by yours truly, for four hours straight. And he was not too responsive. He was def small and runty, but he’s got spunk and after a while started eating formula a lil bit at a time. Few hours later he was good to go and alternated between feeding, prancing, and sleeping. He slept in a dog crate by my bed and I even bought him a little doggy diaper that did not work because he is not a dog and shaped differently. Needless to say – we cleaned up a lot of messes, but I did not care because I LOVE him. If he could speak and ask for his own bed in our house, it would be a done deal. Except I would probably insist that he sleep with me so that we could cuddle. Don’t worry; my crazy lady status is a little lower now. He’s been integrated back into the flock but that does not stop me from asking my husband how he looks, sounds, and acts every time he goes to bottle feed him. You know, the basic farm questions like “Does he seem sad?”, “ Was he socializing with anyone else?”, “Did you hold him?” My poor hubby. Like I said, farming can be hard work, especially for him! HA.
Stayed tuned for more on our various farm babies. We are getting more baby chickens and baby ducks soon! EEEK!