How are we suddenly in April? It’s May next month, arguably the best and most beautiful month of the whole year. I’ve been so busy moaning about rain and mud that it’s all taken me slightly by surprise.
Today a friend and I cleaned out the greenhouse and planted seeds from half past ten to just after six, with one break to bottle-feed a pair of girl lambs, see pic. Their mother has mastitis so Mason, whose lambs they are, has got them indoors in a box and feeds them every three hours.
The lambs drink the milk unbelievably quickly, without breaks, plus you don’t have to burp them, although I quite wanted to burp them. They are unbelievably sweet. The older lambs are pronking all over the field now. Yesterday one brown Welsh lamb was just standing on his mother, looking very pleased with himself, like he’d conquered Everest, but he’d boinged off by the time I got my phone out.