The first lambs of 2013. That's a good sentence to write. All I've been doing this week is dreaming (quite literally) that our girls have had their babies. I got a call from Casey at Breezy Willow Farm this morning asking if we would be interested in bottle feeding two little baby boys that were born at dawn. Their mama has a bad case of mastitis. The vet said it's an unusually common affliction in the county this month, which is worrisome but at least I got to feel what to look for in case it happens to us. (Poor thing's udders were hard as a rock.) She's on the right medicine and the babies are being fed 'round the clock and already have healthily wagging tails. But the farm has too much going on to take care of such a 24/7 responsibility if her milk doesn't end up letting down overnight. Obviously we have too much anticipated responsibility to say yes ourselves, but I took our neighbor Pawnee to the farm this afternoon to see if she might be interested. I have a feeling that these brothers might be the start of their flock. If not, at least it was a sweet experience to meet such fresh wooly babies so early in lambing season. If I didn't have baby fever yesterday, I certainly have it now! Come on lambies, we're waiting for you!