My name is Early. I was born on Saturday. I wasn't early. I was actually late. My mom had my brother almost four hours before she had me. That's very unusual. Of course by then no one was watching for me and my mom was pretty confused and it was pretty cold out and I nearly died.
I got cleaned up and tube fed some warm colostrum and held on a warm lap in the "warming oven" also known as "the old blue truck" with the sun shining in on me and I finally came around. I have a warm wool jacket to wear, too.
Of course, between my strange birth and the time it took to get me revived, my real mom decided I was better off in the truck, so thecrazysheeplady brought me home and now I live in the kitchen with her. I'm doing okay now she thinks, but I know everyone was pretty worried about me.
We still go to Lamb Camp farms during the day and I stay in the back of the car when she's busy. I have lots of snuggly straw there and she comes out to check on me and give me babas and when there's a good break, I get to come to the barn and play with my cousins.
Last night I got to go to our barn and play for awhile. I met some of the big sheep and they seem pretty cool. A sheep named Big Moose was really excited to play with me, but my mom said I was too little and I'd have to wait until I got bigger.
