1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Ten sheep. Hahaha...
Onyx finally got tired of carrying all that extra weight and dropped a set of twins - cute little girls.
They're pretty much identical, except one has a couple of tiny white spots on her head
and the other doesn't.
They're still pretty scruffy looking. Onyx isn't one of those wash-behind-your-ears kind of mothers.
I knew she was getting close. Yesterday morning, when I fed the sheep, she kept stopping eating and wandering off by herself, staring blankly into space.
Onyx not solely focused on food? Onyx not pushing and shoving to get at least her fair share and as much more as she could bully the other sheep out of? I believe that might be one of the signs of the Apocalypse.
Or at least a sign that lambing is imminent.
I kept an eye on her all day, figuring that she would lamb during the night (as sheep always do) and that we'd have some results in the morning. At 3:30, I left for work.
At 4:30, Madman came home and found Onyx with a very wet lamb. Apparently she thinks the sheep-only-give-birth-in-the-dark-of-night rule is an old wives' tale. He had to run a couple of quick errands (made even quicker by the fact that he was dying to get back home and see what was happening) and got back to find a second wet little lamb. He kept a close watch, but this year she stopped at two.
Here's one of the two checking out Sauron.
No, sweetie. Not all black sheep are Mama. No milk there. That's your uncle...um... half-brother... um... daddy?.. um.... daddy's half-brother?... um...
There's only two relationships that we can swear to -
1. Onyx is the mommy.
2. Orion, since one of his two sons is the daddy, is the grandpa.
That's right, Orion. Only 2 years old and you're a grandpa.
After that, it gets complicated.