In answer to my question of a few blogs ago: Are they or
aren’t they. Yes, they are, or were, pregnant. We had a pretty hectic rain
storm the other day and I didn’t get into the back paddock for 2 days.
When I did, it seems that my timing was impeccable. One
ewe stood up rapidly, obviously ready to protect her young. And young they
were. The umbilical cord was still dangling and one of the twins’ eyes were
still shut. My untimely intrusion was not viewed with aplomb. There was serious
bleating, shifting of hooves, and a rallying of the other members of the Borg.
Those sheep really stick together!
So I waited 4 days and went back again today. All 5 of
the lambs – 2 sets of twins and a single – were prancing around and the mothers
were much more laid back. Not laid back enough to let me come close but one
lamb had not gotten the memo (or wasn’t old enough to read) that I was Darth
Vader and came right up to say hello. A furious Baa was enough to send him/her
racing back to Mom.
It is cold and rainy and life is beating me up these days
but I still thrill to watch the tiny lambs and marvel at them and their
stalwart Moms. I sometimes think that this farm is saving my sanity. It feels
magical to me and when an inquisitive lamb gambols over wanting to be f riends,
I know I am one of the luckiest people on the planet.