We have had one of those days today that just feels special. It's all been about new life. It was a joy to celebrate with family and friends at church this morning and after the kids had eaten their bodyweight in easter egg hunt chocolate we headed up to a friends farm high up in North Cardiff. The sun was beautiful and warm as we sat out in the garden with the daffs and primulas drinking a glass of wine before lunch.
Roast lamb (from their herd), greens from their garden and bannoffee pie was an absolute treat. We had been promising the kids for ages that we would take them to the farm to see the new lambs as they started arriving in the fields. I think the kids thought the lambs were sweet but boys being boys the mud created by the rain in the tractor tracks held a lot more interest. It was the kind of mud that creates a vacuum around your wellies and causes a three year old to howl when lured in by his five year old brother and then abandoned. The five year old embraced the mud experience on a deeper level and was eventually taken home in the evening wearing only a t-shirt and a towel wrapped round him to protect his modesty.
My husband Chris was in his element as he helped bring in the ewes and new lambs in from the field into the pen for the evening. One of the ewes was a fair way away in the bottom field and had given birth to twins that morning. The lambs still had dangling umbilical cords and stuck like jam to their mum. Our farmer friend gave one of the lambs to Chris to carry up the hill. True to form like lots of newborns they don't mind where they poo and the photo above is a happy Chris covered in lamb poo.
Doing what I do I am always a bit intrigued about how everything else gives birth. Our friend explained to us that they watch the ewes from a distance and try not to get involved unless the ewes look like they are getting in a bit of a pickle. Like us the ideal environment to labour in is somewhere peaceful, undisturbed and with not much distraction.
We left the twins with their Mum in the pen for the evening, snuggly and warm with the hay. I defo think our idea of breastfeeding looks a bit gentler than the lamb-ewe interaction. Eek. However I do think they have some nice ideas about a gentle undisturbed birth.
Happy Easter, Helen