I was particularly grateful for the border collies when Musti died.  They don’t brook any wallowing, always asking “What’s next?”, and they pulled me through a difficult time.  It seems that sheep have some of the same world view (I wonder who learned it from whom…).  We lost two lambs during the snowstorm on Saturday night, and the forsaken triplet lamb died some time over Sunday night.  But this morning, the Katahdins were back at it, with twins and triplets waiting for me in the field first thing.

These triplets are bigger and more vigorous than the previous set, and the ewe seems to be taking good care of all three.  The challenge over the next couple of months will be getting her enough food to nurse all of them without her turning into a bag of bones.  The safe decision would be to pen her and her lambs and feed her tons of corn every day, but then I’d never find out if she has the genetics to pull of the trick eating just grass.  TBC…