Saturday, 29 March 2014
Lambing at Rushall Farm
For several years we have taken the boys lambing at Rushall Farm. Last year I freaked out at holding a cute little lamb. This year however, I cuddled my fear. Big man was keen that Mummy overcame her irrational fear of holding a baby lamb and promised he would be by my side to help me if I needed it. And you know what? I did it! I was pretty terrified. One had already pooped on middle man's finger which was rather off putting to say the least. However, I took a deep breath, smiled for the camera and held on to the soft four legged animal. I would like to add that it's not just lambs that freak me out, it's pretty much any animal. I think I can only cope with human babies, because they can't move.
The boys had a great afternoon stroking lambs and helping move them too. We even saw a lamb being born. Big man got the idea that labour might hurt a bit, and I looked at the grumpy looking sheep remembering what a moody and irritable pregnant person I was. If I get broody again, I'll just have to go cuddle a lamb instead.