Lefty’s mother didn’t seem to be eating much, and I was worried that the benefits of shelter in the barn were outweighed by the isolation.  Sheep don’t do well separated from their flock, and it didn’t seem that mother and lamb constituted enough of a flock to keep mom sane, so I decided to move them out to the nearby pasture with the expectant ewes.  With Jenny Hughes’s help, the move was easy — I carried the lamb just out of his mother’s reach, and Jenny gave extra encouragement with a bucket of grain.  The fact the we were moving uphill (sheep hate going down hill) and toward the flock she had been with helped as well.  The two seemed to be gracefully settling in to pasture life, ewe and lamb keeping close track of one another.  Hopefully we don’t get any long days of soaking rain in the near future.

Lefty still looks a bit the gory mess,

but he’s nursing well and starting to fatten up a bit.