First, we had a litter of Idaho Pasture Pigs born on Saturday. This is our first litter for 2016, and we are very pleased to report that (knock-on-wood, fingers crossed) they seem to be doing well. I type that with the protection of various anti-jinx hexes, because we've had some challenges so far with our past farrowing -- but so far, so good with these guys!
Alas, this one (Prayer, nicknamed Bee, as in, "Witch with a...") did not read the section of the How To Be An Alpaca Manual that discusses gestation length. She thought that 318 days would be a fine time to cook her baby, and decided to push her out yesterday afternoon. She needed some help with this; in keeping with her name, she did not want to accept this help at first, but eventually (begrudgingly) acquiesced. Baby was slightly under-cooked (she has some signs of dysmaturity, meaning, basically, that she's slightly under-cooked), but not too badly. Mom has some milk, but not a ton, so between those two factors, we have ourselves another bottle baby. Also, it's still cold out and she weighs all of nine pounds, so she and mom are living in the garage at the moment.
So, pigs: Check. Alpacas: Weirdly early check. ... Okay, sheep. Your move!