We had given up hoping that our cheviot ewes were pregnant since all the Dorper ewes had already long since finished their birthing. But McKayla’s call from the barn this morning sounded different.
She didn’t come out from the barn or overnight pen with the others. She called calmly from the barn – almost announcing really, “I’m here, and I’m good!”
So she was. Below her was a tiny baby. We forget how tiny cheviot babies can be until you see them on their birthday.
The most amazing thing is that baby cheviots look like they have a constant grin on their face. Automatic love.