II live on a farm, and each year, the arrival of lambs in spring brings me joy. Through my window, I can hear the babies screaming for milk in the morning. Their soft and cuddly little bodies are so soft and fluffy. Sometimes, the moms can be a bit too protective and stomp their hooves in an attempt to stop me from picking them up.
I will never forget watching a young, green lamb bouncing through tall grass in search of an amber butterfly. It was a beautiful sight. It made me think about a new year full of joy, fun, and excitement. The lambs are trusting and curious when they are young. As such, they will approach people for a quick sniff and a pat on each head, just like woolly pups. Once they are a bit older and start to escape from their fields, it becomes difficult to catch them without a trained sheepdog.
Sometimes I have to bottle feed the newborns as their mothers don’t have milk. It is so special to watch their little faces sucking on the bottle like I am their mother. I am able to pat those babies even though they are a bit older because they recognize me. Lambing is my favorite season of the year.
Zara, nine
