Brownie the ewe has been acting a bit odd all day. Or so I thought.
I saw her lay down and get up about four times in ten minutes around dinner time. We went out around 8 o’clock to check on the sheep, especially as she is due any day.
She was hanging out by herself and she kept looking at her behind.
It’s dusk and the forecast says that it will be just below freezing tonight and we think Brownie is going into labor right now.
We tried to nab her by getting some corn. First we tried getting the other sheep away from her, but Brownie wouldn’t let Ron get very close. Then we tried getting the sheep closer to her, hoping that Ron might be able to nab her amid the corn-induced sheep frenzy.
Nope either way.
Brownie led the rest of the sheep back into the edge of the woods–where they have spent much of the day (part of their behavioral weirdness today). By that point, she was baaing fairly frequently, turning in some circles, and still looking at her rear end.
I don’t know much about sheep labor (or human, for that matter), but boy she looks like an ewe going into labor.
So, it’s almost 9 o’clock on the coldest night of spring in weeks, if not months, and our pregnant ewe looks like she’s going to have her lamb/s in the middle of the night and there is really nothing we can do for her.
Ron has stacked up some warm clothes, a head lamp, and some towels. With an enormous amount of luck, we might be able to get Brownie and the lamb/s into the sheep shack (by themselves) in the middle of the night. They would be warmer and safer there. But I suspect we’re going to have to cross our fingers and toes and eyes and hope the lamb/s make it through the night.