Tomorrow I’m hosting my family’s Thanksgiving, so you can guess what I was up early this morning accomplishing. That’s right. Bottle feeding the lamb. And if you were unaware that Marshall Farms had a bottle lamb, well, don’t feel left out. I only found out yesterday myself.
We started looking for a lamb this past spring, about the time I came home with goats instead. And when I say “we” I actually mean I called out veterinarian to ask if he could keep his eye out for a good lamb for us. This is not a normal veterinary service, by the way. Out vet is my Dad. :). He had a specific farmer he wanted to get our lamb from and we found out this farmer plans lambing for fall, not spring. And yesterday, just as I was dropping Brett off to work cows with Grandpa, an emergency lambing call came in. Not exactly sure how it happened, but there is now a three week old lamb in the chicken coop!
I think her name is going to be Lizzie, in keeping with the Jane Austen characters the goats are named for. However, MaryAnn and Eleanor are also on the list. Brett wants “Last Born.”. Nuff said. Anna has recently named everything a version of Lacey, but there is no way we are showing a sheep named Licey. Daddy is all for Lamb Chops. Clearly, I get to make this decision. Bt I’ll make the decision later, because I really am having Thanksgiving here tomorrow!!!
Daddy's Tractor 