I can safely say that if I had to go hunting and skin and gut my food, I would be vegetarian. I might possibley manage the odd fish and maybe at a stretch a chicken ( their pecking can be annoying) but lambs, pigs and cows would be able to sleep safe at night. Luckily my meat comes in a packet delivered to my door and does not resemble the animal it came came from. Therefore, I thought it would be nice to take the boys to cuddle some baby lambs and give some money to charity at the same time. And it was nice. Baby man's exploding nappy wasn't so good, luckily I had just passed him to the Hubbie to hold, so it was his trousers covered in yellow fluid. Middle man looked the part in his farmer style gillet and decided the tractor was his. You would have thought that after a week at Disney middle man may have grasped the idea of queueing no such luck " My turn! My Tractor!" The boys loved the lambs. Thankfully me freaking out at trying to hold one didn't put them off and both my four and two year old managed to cuddle the lamb that Mummy was too frightened of. After a lovely afternoon in the sun, its time to sort out tea - maybe not Shepherd's Pie tonight.