Peggy is doing a fantastic job raising her twins and they have grown so much since the last photo’s.
I’ve been watching our last girl to calve pretty closely over the previous few days but not close enough to actually see these little loves being born.
One of our sheep has decided motherhood isn’t her thing and so guess who’s raising a lamb??
Yup, Mack is! He’s having a little trouble heating the bottle though.
(Just letting you know, the photo isn’t staged. Mack is besotted with Little Scrap and won’t leave her side)
We have spent the last 15 minutes watching 3 little calves squeeze through a gap beside the gate and go on a delicious adventure. They scarpered down the track through the bush to the next paddock, hooned around the cows waiting to calve and, kicking up their heels, cavorted and pranced past the big girls complacently chewing their cud, and generally went on a merry caper.
Their poor mothers, meanwhile, watch anxiously from the gateway demanding their errant children return. The distressed bellowing has done nothing to recall the little scamps but I suspect they’ll be hungry soon enough and will squeeze back through the gap.
Children! They are the same no matter the differences.
I walked up from down the paddock to chance upon Daphne giving birth to her baby. All went just beautifully and in a couple of minutes there was a new baby boy on the ground.
Last year Daphne’s calf was stillborn and she was very sad for a long time. She couldn’t understand why he didn’t get up and why, no matter how much she loved him, he didn’t respond. My heart went out to her and it was only after she managed to accept that her baby had died that I took him away. She had tried to mother the lifeless little body and she was lost and bereft for quite some time.
However, this time Daphne has a baby doing all he should and she’ll be a lovely mum again. It was such a pleasure to stand out there tonight, glass of wine in hand, leaning on the rail and seeing the babies play, the mothers watching over them.