Young Lambs

A lovely walk round Stowe today with my friend C. It was typical April weather with sun, wind and showers. The lambs were in the field by the Gothic Temple doing some sunbathing - they looked very contented! Also see extras.

'The spring is coming by a many signs;
 The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
 Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
 The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two--till many trace
 The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
 The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
 Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.'

John Clare - Young Lambs