fårikål
Apparently I spoke too soon.
We had THOUGHT she was nursing enough on her mother,
but then, late this evening, we found her lying limp as a rag doll, unable to lift her head, barely able to move at all, her ears and inside her mouth icy cold. So, I stuffed her inside my coat, brought her into the house, heated her with the blow dryer for nearly an hour, warmed some milk replacer, and tube fed it straight into her stomach. She still couldn't lift her head but her mouth and ears finally warmed and she started to move a little more.
Then, it was on over to in front of the woodstove on top of an electric heating pad.
I had an old cotton towel over the top of her but my dad insisted on my replacing it with a woolen blanket. My mom sang norwegian lullabies to her as she sat on the couch, knitting a baby blanket, a few feet away. My dad stood by in constant vigil and then lay down by her and stroked her head and ears.
A couple of hours later her neck was strong enough to hold her head up and look around for something to eat. When I brought a bottle of warm milk replacer, she jumped straight up onto her feet and sucked vigorously, to the utter amazement of my parents (no pun intended).
Soon she was off exploring the room.
Not long afterwards I took her back out to the barn with me while checking on the other new lambs but she stood shivering again even under the heat lamp and so, back into the house she went, at least for the night.
#1 rule: Don't EVER bring a lamb into the house. Oops. We broke that one.
Well, I'd rather increase my chances of eating fårikål in the fall than have a dead lamb right now.
Goodnight!
fårikål
Apparently I spoke too soon.
We had THOUGHT she was nursing enough on her mother,
but then, late this evening, we found her lying limp as a rag doll, unable to lift her head, barely able to move at all, her ears and inside her mouth icy cold. So, I stuffed her inside my coat, brought her into the house, heated her with the blow dryer for nearly an hour, warmed some milk replacer, and tube fed it straight into her stomach. She still couldn't lift her head but her mouth and ears finally warmed and she started to move a little more.
Then, it was on over to in front of the woodstove on top of an electric heating pad.
I had an old cotton towel over the top of her but my dad insisted on my replacing it with a woolen blanket. My mom sang norwegian lullabies to her as she sat on the couch, knitting a baby blanket, a few feet away. My dad stood by in constant vigil and then lay down by her and stroked her head and ears.
A couple of hours later her neck was strong enough to hold her head up and look around for something to eat. When I brought a bottle of warm milk replacer, she jumped straight up onto her feet and sucked vigorously, to the utter amazement of my parents (no pun intended).
Soon she was off exploring the room.
Not long afterwards I took her back out to the barn with me while checking on the other new lambs but she stood shivering again even under the heat lamp and so, back into the house she went, at least for the night.
#1 rule: Don't EVER bring a lamb into the house. Oops. We broke that one.
Well, I'd rather increase my chances of eating fårikål in the fall than have a dead lamb right now.
Goodnight!