Current lamb count: 19. Number of ewe lambs: 11. Number of ram lambs: 8. Sets of twins: 8. Number of lambs born last Saturday: 5. Number of lambs born Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday: 0. Number of babies
Big Enormous Annette finally gave birth to this afternoon: 2.
Number of mamas so far: 11. Number of remaining mamas-to-be: just 6! Number of giganto pregnant ewes already tucked in a bonding suite because they look about to explode any minute: 1. Number of days since lambing season officially started (including the two early girls and then expected lull): 30. Number of trips I've made down to the barn in the last 30 days: probably about 150. Number of those trips made between the hours of 1am and 4am: probably better not to think about that.
Number of English houseguests wishing this wasn't the last day of her week long farm stay: 1. Number of vintage wooden Dr. Pepper crates found during our two junking excursions that is now somehow crammed into her suitcase: thankfully just one since it had to be packed between the c.1900 handsewn quilt, six Fire King dishes, gorgeous Carnival glass tumbler, two old Missouri license plates (great $3 souvenir idea!), 1950s bucking bronco metal serving tray (a surprise gift from me for this wild west lover), neat old spur found years ago by the seller under the barn porch of her Texas ranch, vintage grain sack from Illinois, and pile of fabric for the patchwork quilt she's been working on during the spare moments between eating, farm chores, and visiting the cattle sale barn in search of cute cowboys (for her!).
I'll have to tell you about some of the vintage treasures I found during our forays—as well as the beautiful ones she brought me—in a future post. Sadly nothing to report in the cowboy department.
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