A Lamb's Tail
To start with I must ask readers to forgive my play on words with the title!
At the farm where I keep my horses I am lucky enough to witness the birth of many lambs and it was really only a matter of time before one of the little dears found their way to my heart and my home. This is the story of a lamb that walked into my life this year and decided to stay.
One morning one of the ewes gave birth to her lamb and on my return in the evening the dear little soul had found his feet and was experimenting with climbing on his mum's back.
A couple of days later as I bent down to pick up something I had dropped a little woolly head was thrust uncerimoniously into my face! It was indeed this little lamb that had managed to climb through the gate and set off on an adventure around the farm, much to his mum's angst. Over the next few days the little one wandered farther afield until he discovered my bales of haylage which he decided were for his enjoyment.
Lamby, as he quickly became known, had a very independent nature and would climb through the gate every time I arrived for a cuddle and soon worked his way into my heart. I tried very hard not to become attached to him as I knew that later in the year he would be taken to market by the farmer, Then I had an idea.......
I have a lovely pony stallion who will be spending the winter at home with me and would need some company, what better than a ram lamb I thought, although I didn't really think the farmer would let me have him. On a whim I jokingly asked the question and to my surprise he said I could buy him - to be honest I didn't think he was taking me seriously! As it turned out he was and so I started to get to know Lamby better.
I visited him twice a day once his little flock of sheep and lambs were turned out in the field and he soon started coming to call. What surprised me the most was how the other sheep and lambs soon got used to seeing me and some of them would even come over to have a scratch.
Once Lamby was four months old the time came for him and the other ram lambs to be seperated from the rest of the flock. I must admit I was feeling very guilty and sad at taking him from his mum, but that's what the farmer wanted and if Lamby was to stay with me, it was what had to be done. The prospect was a little daunting because they had been put with another huge flock and had the run of three fields - all I could picture was walking round and round behind a roaming flock of hysterical sheep! As it turned out, when I arrived at the gate Lamby and his mum were standing right there. I went in, picked him up and said sorry to his mum for taking him, at least I said it to the back of her head as she went off to join the others without a backward glance!
Lamby settled in very quickly next to the pony he will be living with and is a very smart little chap who has joined my fifteen horses, clever terrier and 80 bantams, ducks and quail! I really must stop collecting animals!