Little lambs

I walked over to the pasture, about 20m from my house, and peered over the fence. The field, full of mama ewes and their lambs were alerted to my presence. I tried to stand long enough that they would carry on with their grazing and I could watch without thinking I was disrupting them.


Little lambs chased each other around watering holes. Their legs spindly and slightly off balance. Umbilical cords still attached and high pitched bleating- I was overwhelmed by maternal instinct.


Keeping a distance, just in case, I was amazed at how a mother could stand at one side of the field and bleat, and 3 lambs would come running from the other side. They would meet with the mother lowering her head onto the lamb and then lamb going in for some milk. Then they would all run together around to another part of the pasture.



It had me smiling like a sentimental fool.