Lambs: A Photographic Essay

Yesterday had horrible weather.  

The wind was so strong and so cold yesterday that a few times I walked backwards from the house to the barn rather than have my face blown off. But thats OK, the Kiwi builder was on the other side of the house so he did not see.

But the little lambs were safe in their little pen. No drafts. No dangers. But very little light.

I had to keep the big doors closed all day. Even the peahens stayed in yesterday. 

The lambs  drank and slept. Then drank and slept some more.

Good morning. Today is wicked cold again. 8F (-13C), but so far no wind. And when I was out working with the gang in the night it was cold but calm as well. Thank goodness the winds have gone. I hope.

The home schooled children come today. I am not sure, but I think these will be the first lambs they will ever have seen, can you imagine what it will be like to see something for the first time ever.

I am also hoping that this might be the last very, very cold morning. Please say it is the last. The Tall Teenager said to me yesterday why does this feel like it is the coldest day of the winter when it isn’t.  We thought about this for a while and decided it was because we cannot bear it anymore. We are over the winter and that tired admission allows a weakness seep in. And weakness makes us shiver.  I was certainly feeling weak when I was walking backwards to the barn with my warm bottled of milk tucked inside my jacket and my 5 gallon buckets of warm water the only thing keeping me from being blown away.

I was certainly feeing weak, when down the back paddock in the icy gale yesterday trying to open the gate for Hairy and just could not lever the gate out of the frozen mud, having to tell him that he was stuck there, best go back down into the root cellar until I could come back with tools and hands that work.  Hairy was stoic.

Oh I almost forgot, we began the Mead yesterday. Honey Mead of course!  We have so much honey after melting out all the wax. So we are making six gallons of mead. John says I won’t be able to taste it for at least a year. KillJoy!!!

This is going to be good! Thank you bees.

And thank you darlinks for reading every day. You keep me strong.  I say this with absolute sincerity.

Oh and ViV your pocket hand-warmers came yesterday afternoon. What an incredible day for them to arrive! Just when I think I cannot bear the cold a moment more.  They are being heated right this minute and into my farm jacket pocket they will go for this mornings milking. I am thinking about how we could make big ones of these to warm new-born lambs too.  My new french patchwork ones are just so beautiful. Thank you ViV!

OK that is enough for me. I have to stop chatting now and get on with the day.

Have a lovely day.

celi