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.
We took the babies out onto the lawn today for some sunshine.
Have you ever seen anything cuter? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- there is nothing cuter than a baby goat.
They look so goofy and serious.
The tiny ducks, swimming in their tiny pond.
Bertie has us all running in circles, pretending to be in labor every 6 hours or so, complete with loud noises, eye rolling and weird discharge. Then she goes back to eating grass and ignoring us. It’s actually pretty normal but it’s super annoying.






















