B-a-a-h, B-a-a-h

Last week, three guys who were working out in the oilfield brought into our office two little lambs who had been deserted by their mother for whatever reason. The lambs were on the verge of becoming dinner for a couple of golden eagles when they were rescued by these guys.

Because we had no milk and these little lambs were at the point of dying, Trina mixed up some dairy creamer and water, placed it in a couple Ziplock bags, pricked a hole in the corner of the bags and proceeded to try to get them to drink.

It was very hard in the beginning to get the lambs to drink as it appeared they had never even suckled from their own mother. They seemed to be no more than two days old, still had the markings of afterbirth and their umbilical cords still attached.

Eventually they begin to nurse from the bag and then I even got into the act and tried to help with the feeding. The little white one finally got the hang of sucking the corner of the bag and his brother then stepped up next to him.

The one with the markings planted himself next to the bag and began sucking off my finger where some of the creamer residue was dripping from the bag. That's how you feed two little lambs at the same time with one plastic bag teat!

They went home with Trina at the end of the day to join her zoo as she has much more experience at mothering little lambs than I. And, can you imagine what the dogs would have thought had I brought them home and put them in that back yard?