Lambs here, lambs there, lambs everywhere!

This is the story of how my Saturday disappeared…

Yesterday started like any other. I got up, had breakfast and went out to the lambing shed at around 8am. Once we had sorted out the many ewes with their lambs that were born overnight, we had to put some of the older lambs into the field, because we had run out of room.

We decided that because these lambs were the oldest and fittest…

They were the ones to go.

My dad and I had the job of catching every single lamb, and putting them into a linkbox for transport. As you can see, we got there eventually.

I’m sure the lambs were thrilled.

The biggest lamb of the group was this Suffolk/Texel cross. He was also my favourite.

After the lambs had all been caught, it was time for Fly to help us put the ewes onto the trailer. No easy task, but Fly managed, and was watching us close the trailer’s gates when an angry ewe came up behind her and knocked her over. She was fine though. She just wanted to sit in her favourite tractor after that.

The ewes and lambs were then transported to the field. I was the lambs’ official driver.

When we arrived in the chosen field, the lambs were let out of the link box, while the ewes were let out of the trailer.

And once all of the ewes had found their lambs, all was calm.

That’s what we do this for – the quiet life!

After that, there was a pen full of younger lambs and their mums to bed with some fresh straw. Whenever we had that done, I took some photos of the lambs by sitting down in the middle of the pen.

The lambs were very nosy.

This one even thought I was quite tasty.

This lamb even came up to the camera.

But this lamb didn’t care that I was there at all. He was too sleepy.

His mum, on the other hand, didn’t like me being there.

This ewe reminds me of Ben a bit. Something to do with her facial expression…

The ewes kept a close eye on me, in case I took away their lambs.

But the lambs were looking after themselves, by keeping a close eye on me.

In this pen as well were Tilly…

And Bubbles.

And their lambs too.

This is Tilly’s female lamb:

And her male lamb, who has suddenly gotten over his shyness:

And this is Bubbles’ female lamb:

And her male lamb:

That afternoon, I finally met Darkie and her lambs. Darkie was pleased to see me.

This is Darkie’s little female, who I’ve named Sylvia.

I love her little spot!

And this is Sam, her male lamb:

He’s thirsty.

They both are.

Darkie’s a good mum. She can look after them both.

Even though Sam is always struggling to keep up!

Not a bad Saturday I think.