Its lambing time!
Me and my three offspring had a fabulous time at a local farm. As usual our day was not without embarrassment. Within minutes twin boy managed to identify the one ewe out of a hundred who had a traumatic birth resulting in an emergency c section. He proudly announced to the farmer that’s how his baby sister escaped from the womb and mummy has a similar scar. If you look closely she is the lady ewe at the back and I would like it known that my scar is much smaller and i tend to keep it covered.
After nine months of breastfeeding I had nothing but empathy for this poor sow.
….and its twins! wonder if the other ewes will ask the mum if they were ivf?
But cute of cuteness was feeding the little lambs whose mums didn’t have enough milk. And once more twin boy had the final word.
“Mummy you have lots of milk so bb doesn’t need a bottle; and you have more milk in one boobie because that one is bigger.”
As you can imagine we were surrounded by people. My imperfections are now well known!