New lambs, new life
The lambs took their time this year. The ewes were in the shed for a full 10 days before the first arrived. These mums-to-be plodded around, heavily laden by their growing stomachs, waiting and waiting, as we, simultaneously, entered lock down. But then the lambs arrived: wet, slippery and shivering; all long-legged and bright eyes; jet-black, but for the occasional pure white star on their heads. They seemed very vigorous this year: keen to live and up within minutes, trying to find their mother's milk. On Easter morning, two were born shouting as they were pushed from their mother. Heads come first, and, in this case, they were calling before their back legs had emerged!
The ewes and lambs are now in the orchard grazing. There have been a few problems. One lamb, 'Billy', a triplet, was rejected by his mother, who was busy with her other two. He's being bottle fed with two other lambs who, for one reason or another. were not getting enough milk and were too vulnerable to stay outside. Checking on the lambs means that it is still a busy time - but the weather is kind. The grass has recovered from the miserable winter, and the lambs are already eating it - and exploring other leaves that spring has to offer.
It is a cliche to say that lambs are a sign of vulnerability and hope, but what else can they be at this time? They are also bursting with life and joy as they spring vertically in the air, exploring the workings of their limbs and seeking out mini adventures!
With thanks to John for the photos!