Ya know...I don't think I've ever posted on here and talked about my sheep much.

I have a trio of mouflons. Beautiful, spooky, elegant, spooky, easy care, spooky hair sheep. Did I mention they are spooky?
They live behind 8 foot fencing because quite frankly, they can fly.
I had hoped one or both of the girls were bred and yep...they are. My son went to throw the evening hay for me this past weekend and returned with the report that one of the girls was down. I hustled down to the barn just in time to watch her begin cleaning him off.
After everyone else went back up to the house, I remained in the barn to make sure he got a meal. Emma was NOT having any part of nursing so I gathered a reinforcement and we went into the stall. I caught her mid-flight (seriously) and once I had her in a bear hug she calmed right down and the baby began to nurse. My daughter's boyfriend was assisting the baby and positioned at the ewe's rear. Suddenly I hear...."Uh oh"
Yep. Prolapse. I've never had to deal with it before so it was interesting....I ended up rolling her on her back and sugaring the cantaloupe sized prolapse and getting everything back where it belonged. Lacking a harness, I followed directions online and made one out of balin' twine. It worked, she's been on PenG and the baby is doing great.
Me, on the otherhand.....took a while for the adrenaline to drop so I could go to sleep....
So here he is, the little guy whose birth caused so much trouble....
Now to sit back and wait on the other ewe, my dairy goats, rabbit does, my daughter....you get the picture.