Demolition...and jumping into deep water.
Three months have flown by since my last entry. Much has happened. Lambing came and went in a flurry of days that seemed to blur into nights. Three of us were on duty and at times we were all standing watching when the action hit, marvelling at nature in its purest form, witnessing the birth of lambs. It was good fun. It was elating. Tiring, and at times sad. But that's the nature of Mother Nature, cruel and kind in the same breath. On the whole it went smoothly and we had a good success rate, with lots of cute bouncing lambs at the end of it. The scanning helped enormously and allowed us the confidence to know exactly what to expect...apart from one ewe that was scanned as a single but had a double. The small girl was very good; lambing dominated her Easter holidays and as a result we didn't get out and about much at all. Instead, we lived between the lambing shed and the farmhouse kitchen consuming flapjacks and lots...