The only lamb I’ve ever had in my kitchen was a roast one, infused with garlic and rosemary. But today when I got home and walked into my kitchen I was greeted by a small four legged variety, a scrawny cute looking little ewe.
My daughter, who works part time on a sheep farm in Mansfield, had mentioned she was bringing home a baby ewe that had been abandoned by its mother. The plan was to hand raise it until it could go to a friend’s farm nearby.
Even though I knew she was coming she still surprised me.
There she was, looking up at me with those big soulful baby eyes.
Okay, this wasn’t on the menu tonight. Oh my, what have we got ourselves in for?
Yep, seems it’s not enough that we own a horse, three chickens, two guinea pigs, fish and a dog. No, my daughter has added a lamb to the family tree too.
Lamby was unperturbed. Little did she know what namesakes had been cooked up in my kitchen. She was simply happy to be bottle fed its own lamb powdered milk. Seems my daughter has already become its surrogate mum.
With her little stomach sufficiently full she was ready to explore. And I was keen for her to go out before there were any accidents.
She was a bit reluctant to wander down the path but Harry showed her the way.
Harry seems smitten with Lamby and they enjoyed some fun on the grass. But then the rain came and so back in we all went.
Back inside, all snug and dry, Lamborghini appears particularly partial to hugs. And doesn’t seem to mind a bit of technology.
But seems it was all too much. Within minutes she was asleep.
The trials and tribulations of a baby, even the woolly kind. Tonight my daughter asked me if I had any nappies (diapers). As if! I ran out of those a long time ago. There was also talk about her staying permanently.
Lambs are gentle and very social and supposedly can make good pets. But do I want Miss Lamb to stay? Let me think about that a minute. She’s cute now, but in a few months she’ll be a big Lamborghini and probably eating all our bushes.
And then there she was, the subject of my post, scrutinizing my words, as I sat blogging and lamb-sitting.
Definitely not what I thought I’d be doing tonight. Life’s full of surprises.
So for now she’s staying. But once she’s bigger she’s out. We’ve already teed up a home. If not, she’ll end up on the Barbeque … only kidding!
On the plus side, my grass does need a mow.
Wishing everyone a happy and peaceful weekend.
May it be one full of sunshine and surprises and unexpected delights.
Stay safe, enjoy the journey, and don’t be afraid to stand out from the crowd.