This is Peanut. Not that having a name will save him from the butcher channel. Winking smile But he is such a tiny little thing, with that smear of tan on his neck and shoulder, he just looks like a little peanut. And I had to help him out some, and monitor him a lot, so he got a moniker. The lambs behind him may be a few days  or a week older, but you can definitely see he is about half their size. He is a little fella!

Tiny lambs are so not desirable. But, they are so. darn. cute. Open-mouthed smile Peanut has the distinction of being the tiniest lamb born this year, at 5 pounds, 2 oz. His twin sister was 8.0 pounds at birth, so she definitely was the resource hog in the equation.

PeanutI was there when they were born, his big sister first. Their mother is a yearling, and petite and thin, so I rolled my eyes when I saw a second one being delivered. When Peanut came out and tried to stand, I just had to laugh at his adorableness. And film him. His little voice was so high-pitched. But he was vigorous, and got up and nursed on his own right away. Sometimes the tiny ones are surprising.

Newborn Lamb

He has an odd gait, he sort of high-steps in a purposeful, marching fashion. I jacketed him the first week, so worried about him chilling. But he did ok. He is very conservative about staying near his mother, which is probably his saving grace.

Newborn Lamb Standing

When he was four weeks old, however, he started to feel poorly. His head hung low, and though he carefully stuck to his mother’s side, I could tell that walking was uncomfortable and he was feeling down. He had a fever of 104.4, indicating infection, and a distended gut. He seemed to strain to poop. I could catch him, which is a sure sign a lamb is not feeling well. Normally once they are a few days old, they are too quick to catch.

Newborn Lamb Nursing

So I helped him out a bit, with some doses of a knock off the “pink stuff”, an oil enema, and antibiotics. Here he is on the back of the ATV, with his tongue out, objecting to his medicine. He recovered and is doing fine now, though still littler than all the rest.

He’ll probably end up like last year’s two little lambs, too embarrassingly small to sell, spending the winter here trying to grow up so that I can put him in the freezer belatedly as a yearling.

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