The daffodils may not be out, in fact their little green spears are only just poking up above the weeds (job for another day), and the blossom on the early plum is a barely discernible promise but here on the Homestead, Spring has sprung.
This year’s lambing is a bit of Homestead watershed as this is the season we reach our predetermined optimum flock size of ten ewes; actually we did so the moment these two made their appearance. From here on in we know we’re going to really start walking in the walk.
But for now the new additions have been assigned names
and the flock is getting used to their noise and exuberance. The other three ladies-in-waiting will hopefully wait until the weekend’s forecasted horrible weather passes to join Froda in motherhood but we’ve got a contingency plan or two just in case.
Meanwhile the chores are taking a little longer to complete. You can waste a lot of time watching baby animals.