Lambing

and giving myself grace

Ava wins Best Ewe and Mother of the Cutest Lamb awards

I’m still waiting for the last ewe to lamb (besides Ziggy, who will lamb next month because Ziggy runs her own schedule). She’s late, and she’s massive. Much too massive to have only one lamb. She’s been ready for days: heavy, engorged, nesting, dropped and engaged, then changing her mind, in and out of labour for the last two nights already. I’m up checking by torchlight through the night, wellies and rain gear thrown over pyjamas, sleepless, anxious. She’s an older ewe. Every lamb now could be her last. Maybe tonight. Please be tonight.