'.......Look, I was up half the night having these lambs, I'm tired and my fleece is disheveled - just don't mess with me. (Stamps foot crossly and petulantly) Go. Away. Now.'
These are the first of the lambs from the hills around us - triplets born last night and penned in the barn for shelter and to bond. The babes looked wobbly and wrinkled and mum looked as if she could do with a nice cup of tea and a bit of a lie down.
They're the first of many due any day. Snow is forecast for the middle of the week and tonight John and Heather are bringing the sheep down off the hill. Lambing's hard, hard work and snow will not make it any easier.