THREE DAYS OLD.

    It's that time of year again when lambing begins and sadly problems occur. No, for the sake of readers of my blog, this is not the dreaded Schmallenburg Virus, this is simply a ewe giving birth to triplets. A ewe can normally only cope with twins and if no other ewe can take on a stranger ... the weakest of three has to be bottle fed and ... often this is a success.

but the lamb then sees the source of food as it's mother. In this case the mother is a male (hence the big boots) and the ram lamb as seen here is trying to find a teat (not much luck from a mans knees!)

<<< but this little critter is under four days old, so what does it know, those knees are associated with a bottle feed four times a day at the moment. But then this newly born got introduced to me as I was gardening & ... explored ...

"No ... ivy is not a good source of food and probably poisonous!"

Undeterred he carried on exploring these strange, sheepless surroundings including meeting my collie (who was not amused and saw the young feller as a threat to Ffin playing with a tennis ball) . So young feller decided to explore some more, looking for a food source, anything but grass it seemed and then tired, settled down on the path and ... fell fast asleep ...

I carried on gardening, keeping an eye out for possible altercations, but the mad mutt just sniffed the dozing wee man and carried on playing chase the ball. But then, something in the air got the snoozy wee  lamb sniffing the breeze ... "What is that scent?" 

And so, off he went to try and explore some more ... this time the wider expanses of the bigger garden area where he got very adventurous and became very playful. It was a sight to see ... three days old and full of the sense of adventure 

and it seems ... a bit of a poser for a mere three day old. Mebbe it's the Badger Face, Texel cross that has given him explorative genes.
I think the Texel gene won through with this young lad!