Life in a small town.

Lambing time

Its early April. Each morning I wake up with a kick in the stomach anxiety. I dread this calm before the storm. I know whats coming, a month of effort, highs and lows, sleep deprevation anger and frustration. In the weeks to come I'll be reminded anew of the stupidity of sheep. They'll give birth in rivers,in bogs, a yard from the shelter of a wall, lambs will die needlessly, they'll be smothered , abandoned, they'll freeze and starve.

Had Darwin studied sheep rather than finches he would 've abandoned his theory of natural selection, it's a miricle they came through. ( Gabriel Oaks' dog was innocent , sheep need no encouragement to hurl themselves off cliffs)

I'll be rushing around doing what I can, saving what I can. But the ewes will be schemeing their next outrage. They will not let me rest.