Even though they live in a sheep barn that’s big enough to play rugby in, the lambs always seem to snooze piled on top of one another. At night they will seek out their mothers for company, but during the day they have slumber parties where the sole aim is to cram in as many kilos of lamb per square metre, without suffocating those on the lower levels.
I suppose the human equivalent would be to squeeze as many people as possible into a phone box and then have them take a short nap. Not my idea of fun, but somebody, somewhere has probably already tried it.
And when the lambs aren’t dozing, they’re climbing and any ewe is fair game for this particular sport. Ewes that are lying down make for an easy target. Standing sheep imply a slightly more athletic approach by the lamb, including a run-up and inelegant sprawl on their back, followed by a desperate scramble for a foothold in the wool and the inevitable slide back down to the straw.
P.S. After hearing your howls of injustice about how I bask in 300 days of sunshine a year, I just wanted to reassure you that today we had the same weather conditions as most other people in the northern hemisphere. I took this photo a while back, but today was identical. Even the rainbow made an appearance.
So I shall leave you happy in the knowledge and smug satisfaction that it is raining here too. In fact, at the moment it’s pouring.
Hope that makes you feel better 🙂