
There is something really magical about watching a lamb being born a helpless, vulnerable, tiny creature that within minutes, (hopefully) is up staggering around looking for it's first meal.
 Her Mum is Humbug. I'm so glad she had a nice lamb this year. Last year Humbug's lamb was stillborn, and, call me daft, I felt really sorry for her as she seemed left out as the others all had their lambs.
Her Mum is Humbug. I'm so glad she had a nice lamb this year. Last year Humbug's lamb was stillborn, and, call me daft, I felt really sorry for her as she seemed left out as the others all had their lambs.
Here are the three musketeers hurtling up the field.........

........So they could have a meeting.

Only one ewe left to lamb, our Babyrom Cashew,
so how about it Cashew ?
 

 
 



 She is our Valentine's Rose.
She is our Valentine's Rose. Her Mum is Dandelion, (who was quite relieved not to have twins this year).
Her Mum is Dandelion, (who was quite relieved not to have twins this year).

 Which was just way too exciting for her so she flaked out for a nap in the sun.
Which was just way too exciting for her so she flaked out for a nap in the sun.