Baa, lamb, ewe…
No writing today…
Our ewes are days off lambing so we yarded them all, divided them up into much smaller mobs of those expecting twins and those expecting singles. They are calmer and quieter and need less management in smaller groups.
We moved the girls into their respective paddocks where they will stay for eight weeks until lamb-marking. This mob was moving under the Tasman Highway to a paddock across the road.
Walking behind them all was silent except for the calls of plovers and kookaburras and the quiet shush-shuffle of the sheep’s feet through the grass. It’s so very dry this winter. A buff haze across all the paddocks when last year it was Irish green.
This mob moving into a paddock this side of the highway.
Then OH, Dog and self went and mended a fence that a tree had collapsed upon. Dog was placed on a line because the highway was right next door.
And now we just wait…
The weather forecast gets worse in the middle of the week and my bet is that in time-honoured fashion, the first lamb will drop as the weather changes. It’s the way of it.
Meanwhile, back to 12th century Byzantium…
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