since being at Trelay, I have had my hand inside a ewe only 3 times.
Twice was triplets, and the other was the fat, out of season, older maiden ewe unintentionally bred, having twins with the first coming breech.
But... I have just fetched home the tanned skin of that breech lamb, and it is the softest, most sumptuous sheepskin you ever did see. Pretty as heck also, lovely fawn katmoget markings.
And his sister...
That accident meant that the genes of my much-missed old Icelandic Pug carry on

The darker lamb is Pug's great great granddaughter