Ugh, I hope the second half of my day goes better than the first. Found a ewe aborting her lambs three weeks early when I went out to feed this morning. They were dead for a while and starting to decompose. I got the first one out after pulling off a leg, went back in to check for a second and sure enough, there was one. After a lot of work, I got that one out too. Figured after all that, I'd better check and make sure there were no more. Go figure: triplets! She was so dry inside with no amniotic fluid, and the lamb was just falling apart wherever I could get a hold of it. I just couldn't get out. So off to the vet we go. After a good hour of manipulating and pulling and trying to keep it in one piece, plus an entire gallon of lube, the vet finally got the third lamb out. As she went back in to flush the poor ewe's uterus, what does she find? A FOURTH lamb! I've had three sets of quads ever, and wouldn't you know it, this poor girl would be my fourth set. Luckily the last one was smaller than the others and came out more easily. After such a long, traumatic delivery, the ewe amazingly seems to be doing okay so far, so long as she doesn't get an infection. Pulling lambs is never fun. Pulling dead lambs really sucks. Pulling FOUR dead lambs is something I hope to never have to deal with again. Now off to the lab with the fetuses to try to determine what caused the abortion and hopefully prevent anymore. Then to get home and treat all 45 ewes with preventative antibiotics and revaccinate them all. All part of life on the farm. Admittedly, not the fun part though.