Shortly after dawn Heather 'loosed' a couple of ewes and their lambs onto our field. I heard the quad bike but didn't stir from my cosy bed.Mid morning, Danny and Phil came along with a few more so now we have a little flock. The lambs are 'box-fresh' and crumpled. They seem to have too much skin for their bodies; it lies in wrinkly folds.
This one, below, is a tiny scrap compared to his brother and at about 24 hours old has learned the wisdom of turning his back to the wind and weather. Hardly common sense, more innate behaviour I think.
I hope his mum will take him down into the dingle where there is a little shelter in the old hedge line. It's a bit inhospitable out there today - not much of a welcome to the world.
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"Loosed" - they make giving birth sound so easy... Oh, I do hope his mum does take him down to the dingle - it's blowing a gale here, so I dread to think what it's like up by you, but they're obviously robust little little creatures made for the hills.
Gorgeous pictures and gorgeous little lambs.
These little guys always get the aaah! vote. What a shock to enter the world on such a blustery day. I love the sound of sheep bleating. We have plenty in Cornwall but in this valley we have bullocks cavorting.
Sweet - the farm we live on doesn't have sheep any more, and I rather miss them.
Fab! I'm such a sucker for wee lambs!
Oh I just love lambs. Don't see many in the south so was pleased on a recent trip home to the Lakes to see the fields were full of skipping lambs.
Poetessxxx
I really enjoy reading your blog - you should write a book!!
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