Lambing started off on the wrong foot this year. Bean was pregnant with triplets and I spent an hour trying to untangle the bottle-necked lambs to get them out. After a very difficult labor (hard on me, but worse for her), I had three dead triplets (DOA) and a ewe with a torn uterus. It was the worst lambing experience I've had, and I hope to never repeat it.
Bean was a character. How can you not love that face? My mom dubbed her "Monkey Face" as a lamb, and it fit her. I'm definitely going to miss her around here.