NEW LIFE

Very new life; blipped just now within a few minutes of being born. Even before the farmer had come across the field to paint a big blue number on their tiny little white bodies. I am so lucky to live in this lovely countryside, with this happening a few feet away from my door.

Apart from the foot and mouth year when all the wee lambs were herded into one pen in the same field while their mothers were killed, followed by the same fate for themselves. That was a very bad year, the worst, and never to be forgotten.