I gave it a try and we will taste it tonight

There are now four mothers and six lambs out of the wind and mud in cosy pens made of straw and hay.

Gertrude and her twins look sturdy enough to move to the paddock.

Domino can’t understand why we have to feed a bottle to her lamb

Late in the morning Cieste went into labour. A small lamb was soon on its feet but Cieste was lying down and showing signs of distress. We watched for a few minutes until a second set of legs emerged. We put on disposable gloves to help with the delivery. It was a big lamb but lifeless. Poor lamb, poor mother. We took the living lamb and mother to a pen in the barn but Cieste showed no interest in the lamb. We waited a few hours and then made up a bottle of powdered colostrum which the little fellow took willingly. We will keep an eye on mother and lamb tomorrow and hope that the maternal instinct kicks in.