We lost one of the triplets today -- the big ram lamb, the last one out. We did our best, but sometimes that just isn't enough. Any shepherd who tells you that it should be is either lying, or lucky, or both.
We are foggy with exhaustion today. That probably didn't help matters. We had a great shearing day yesterday, though, and I hope to get pictures up in a day or so. Thank goodness for an amazing amount of skilled help from good friends and relations.
In the meantime, the count stands at 7 lambs: 5 ewes, 2 rams. Holly is letting her ewe lamb nurse without our assistance, so that is huge progress. We are still feeding her ram lamb and the two remaining triplets because we are not convinced they are getting enough from their mom. We have two ewes left to deliver: Farrah, who is as big or bigger than last year (when she had triplets) and Hope, who we didn't know was pregnant until she was on the shearing boards.
Shepherding surprises aren't always bad ones, though there are certainly days when it feels that way.