Friday 8 May at 5am was cold as March, and raining heavily on the hills of Dumfries and Galloway. Ruby had twins, a ewe and a tup.
When I found them they were both on their feet and seemed ok. The ewe lamb was much larger and more vigorous than her little brother. He looked, frankly, wobbly.
It went on raining.
We kept an eye on the new lambs. They were feeding alright, but the small one obviously wasn't enjoying the weather. By evening the ewe had taken to keeping them under the shelter of the holly tree. I mention this to indicate she wasn't entirely useless as a mother.
