Naming the Lambs

We had our last lamb of the season two days ago, and she is sooooo cute. All lambs are cute but some more so than others. I need to figure out how to put photos on this blog. I have become a coinsure of newborn lambs. This year we had a good crop, all cute. This little girl won’t get a name, but she will end up with some nickname like, Late or May.
Justin and Jenny, the only ones who got real names this year, were named for the vets who saved their mother’s life. They are our two bottle babies and doing well.
The first time I had to give them their bottles, I dragged myself down the stairs with a bottle in each hand dreading, not the experience of feeding them, but the tedium of having to do it twice a day forever.
Once they were firmly clamped to the nipples and making sucky sounds, I was hooked.
Then I discovered that everybody loves to feed them. If anyone is on the property they rush up and beg for the chance. I took them to school one day so the kids could do it. I am considering taking them up the hill to the nursing home to let the residents feed them.
Late last week they started to put the bottles aside for hay and grain and now I have to wait for them to get around to the milk. Soon they will be off it altogether. I am not sure if I am happy about this or not. I like them not being dependent on me. I like not laying out the money for Save-A-Lamb. But it is wonderful when they run to me as soon as my car pulls in.