Carl brought ewes and lambs over from Fir House a couple of days ago. It's good to have sheep on the field again. It may still be bitterly cold, but this, at last, is a welcome sign of spring.
The ewes gave birth under cover and spent a couple of nights penned closely with their lambs. Now they continue the bonding process in our small fields where they don't get separated as they might in a larger flock. The mums are fiercely protective, crisply alert to any strange sight or sound that might signal a threat. It's an instinctive urge common to all mothers is it not?
I do wish the sun would come out for them - new lambs seem such scraps of things to leave out in all weathers. They've not yet filled out their skins and some still have birth-crumpled ears. Bless.