Lambing Time

The first twin lambs were born at 7.30 this morning.  Somewhat of a water birth due to the state of the fields, but the Farmer came rushing in the house, excited and satisfied in a sheep sort of way, that both lambs are fit and healthy.  I don't have a photograph right now but hope to have one for you tomorrow.

Whoever invented the idea of the clocks going forward at this time of year?  Don't they know it's lambing season, and shepherds need all the rest they can get?  I'd go so far as saying it had to be someone who is positively not a farmer.  The ewes are looking enormous as they struggle to make themselves comfortable in the fields, wondering when mother nature will take its course.  Having given birth myself, albeit not in the same league as a sheep, I always sympathise with the woolies that lounge around with their bulging undercarriage desperate to make an appearance.  It took me 36 hours from feeling twinge to welcoming my baby elephant girl into the world and even though 12 of those hours were spent on an epidural, I was more than glad when it was all over.  I keep telling the Farmer that he doesn't understand the delicacies of womanhood and if men had to give birth, the world would most likely come to an abrubt end.  He says I'm a big, fat meany.  I tell him I'm not mean.

But on the whole, I'm hoping these ewes will get a move on now.  Our lovely new assistant, Emma, has joined our little clan today and I would hate to pay her to do nothing.  Then again, if she can bake a cake...

                                                   This picture was taken last year