Bryan found the little lamb yesterday--the runt of triplets. Mama had already moved on with her healthier two babies, plus she only has two teats so there really was no room for a third baby. So B scooped the little man up and took him home. Orphan lambs are generally easy to care for and have a good survival rate bottle feeding, but this guy was the littlest we've seen. We were up every 4 hours feeding him, but it wasn't looking too good for him. This morning little lamb passed away. It's sad, but it's the cycle of farm life. And as sad as it is, I really appreciate the life of a farmer. It's a mix between simple, thankful, and sobering. It slows you down and makes you soak in the moment realizing how fragile life can be.
Here's some pictures of evening last night
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