Earlier this week, after turning on to the track I rounded the first bend and came across the flock of sheep belonging to the neighbours on the first property. The flock, a mixture of fat-tails and merinos often graze along the track.
It's lambing season, and I love to see the newborn lambs with their mums. I couldn't resist taking a few pics with my mobile phone, and thought I'd share them with you.
This little lamb just sat there, quite undisturbed by my presence.
But Mother sheep suddenly noticed my interest in her beloved, and began calling to her little one to come away from the big bad human, and baa-ing at me to 'back off'.
Baby took even less notice of its mum than it had of me, so Mum charged down to her baby and shepherded it away from danger.
I called out to her, and tried to reassure her that I thought her baby was beautiful, and that I meant no harm. She stopped and turned around to look at me, before deciding that it wasn't worth continuing the conversation. Last seen, they were heading up the hill to join the rest of the flock.
There's nothing sweeter than an innocent lamb. They're so trusting. My grandfather raised sheep and when I was 6 I spent a lot of time with the lambs. Lovely photos from you phone by the way.
ReplyDeleteI found this beautiful poem by English poet, William Blake (1757-1827):
ReplyDeleteLittle Lamb, who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!