At the moment they’re lambing here on the farm, so there is plenty of action and noise from the sheds and barns nearby.
I love watching the lambs when they’re looking for their mothers. They bleat. They stand and look around in hope. They wander up to various ewes. “Are you my mummy?” they ask, and then duck underneath looking for food, before being hastily head-butted away. Eventually they make it safely home, but not before they’ve had a little adventure, jumping, poking and bouncing around on their too-big-legs.
