There are two kinds of waiting during lambing season. There’s the “I-can’t-leave-the-farm-because-someone-could-go-into-labor-at-any-time” kind and then there’s the “We’ve-got-a-ewe-in-labor-but-Oh-My-God!-the-pyramids-were-built-faster-than-this-kind” of waiting.
We did a fair amount of the second kind of waiting yesterday. Darcy was clearly in labor, but she was a first timer and didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move things along. So we sat in the little paddock for a couple of hours, keeping an eye on Darcy and being entertained by Blanca and Fresca.
They are the rascal-iest things you’ve ever seen, investigating everything, tasting everything, jumping on everything.
For a while, the two of them used the pregnant ewes as their own personal trampolines.

Caroline bore further investigation, too.

Caroline also got to spend some quality time with Emma, a mama-to-be for the first time this year.
The waiting can be frustrating but it’s also kind of nice to be forced to sit quietly in one place for a while and just enjoy the animals. It’s a welcome treat in the middle of the otherwise constant hubbub of lambing season. For me, it’s a reminder of how lucky I am to get to be here, doing this work, and how there’s no place in the world I’d rather be.