The Guzzler

The sheep in our croft have been lambing over the last week.

Hebrideans (so I’m told) lamb relatively easily, and it’s rare they need help or intervention of any kind.

So it’s proved. Everything’s gone swimmingly….until yesterday - when I found the little one above slumped on the ground, apparently unable to move, whilst his mother hovered protectively.

Visions of a tiny black bundle, snuggled before the Aga, danced through my mind…..yours truly tending to the small scrap with bottled milk and oodles of love (it wouldn’t be the first time).

But there was no need. Turns out he’s just a little guzzler, who’d drunk too much of mama’s milk and couldn’t stir himself. He was stuffed!

All’s well that ends well. And just one more sheep to lamb…

Comments

[jacqueline]

That little one is sooo adorable! So happy to know that the little baby is just too stuffed! Have a lovely merry happy week! Love to you!

[Tracy]

A new life, a new baby... what a magic moment! :o)

[MarySunshine]

Thanks as always for the glimpses into your croft and life. I treasure the view and the viewer.