Although we had been suspecting that we were expecting since the holidays, it wasn’t until Rupert had Loretta seated for her foot trimming last month that things were confirmed. Her increasing udder was undeniable, and so was my excitement (and anxiety).
Poor Loretta…left behind as her smaller, friskier companions kick their heels up in the snow and run around the field/driveway. Not that she really minds – all she cares about is making sure there is something edible close by.
Of course, she has no idea what is about to happen to her (we’re in the same boat there, she and I), but at least nature and instinct will kick in for her (and presumably for Rupert). I am just hoping my books and workshops give me some sense of preparedness.
I’m not sure if it is knowing that she is going to give us our first lambs (and Romney at that!), or if it’s that photogenic face of hers, but Loretta is quickly becoming one of my favourites (just don’t tell Luke…or Hazel).