Henrietta finally lambed today: one while we were at Palm Sunday service, and the other about an hour later. It took her so long because they were HUGE: 13 and 15 pounds, respectively. Not triplets in there, just giant lambs. They were so big that you could see her sides deflate as they moved into the birth canal.
(To add perspective: the lambs born a week ago don't weigh 13 pounds yet, and the little black runt hasn't even hit 10 pounds.)
Of course they are both ram lambs.
To add insult to injury, they are dumber than a box of rocks. Even if you add their IQs together, the box still wins. I will be heading out in another few hours with a bottle in hand, because neither has found the business end of her udder yet. They are rather tall, and her udder is rather low to the ground, and they both seem to be under the impression that milk should be squirting out of her upper thigh.
What a reminder that Mother Nature tends not to joke around.