Day 65: It certainly isn't the first lambing season I've experienced in December, but the three new additions to my flock arrived without peril to life and limb. There was no leaky roof to pool rain in the tarp above my head, only to dump it down my back in a flood while I knelt down beside a ewe who had no idea what to do with her lamb. There were no falling timbers to crack me on the head when my husband's pallet-built sheep shed came apart at the seams. My fingers and toes stayed nicely warm as I opened the gift marked "Happy Solstice," early and at the encouragement of the giver. How she managed to guess the scale correctly from my photo amazed me, but within minutes, two new fat-tail lambs were kneeling in the straw and the ram (the only bobbed tail in the lot) was bellowing at his keepers. Oh, if only all lambing times had been so easy!
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