The lambing season has started, so I will now have to get used to sharing my husband with another 270 demanding females. Despite careful family planning, the first of an expected three hundred lambs arrived a week early on New Year’s Eve.
Lambing will last for the next couple of months and at least a third of the ewes will require the delicate services of my midwife extraordinaire. He will spend more time in the sheep barn than in the house and I will spend more time in the company of the washing machine and his muck-covered overalls than I will with him.
Difficult births, bum lambs (those rejected by their mothers) and bottles will keep him busy from 6am until midnight. The New Year has arrived with its usual bang and everything is set for another 12 months down on the farm.