Meet Monty… and Helen, who writes with such brilliant intelligence that I can’t resist sharing her site. Have a gander over to see this wonderful post, it doesn’t disappoint.
Monty was born three weeks ago, but his mother rejected him. So, instead of being outside with this lot:
Monty is living in the house….and spending more time in the garden as he grows increasingly independent.
His mother and another ewe gave birth to twins on the same day – and both mothers rejected the males; butting them away quite roughly, so we took them into the house.
One little chap was just too weak to make it, and we thought we had lost Monty too on the second morning. We looked into his box expecting the worst…but a little grizzled head was lifted slightly, and Monty battled on.
Leo spent endless time getting him to take milk – he had no idea of sucking, so Leo rehydrated him first with water around his mouth, then rubbing milk…
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