Great news: Lupin had twin ewe lambs yesterday. This is particularly pleasing because, both lambs being girls, I don’t have to do anything eye-watering with a sinister piece of equipment called the Elastrator (I’ll leave what it does to your imagination), and they can stay with us forever. The girls are fit and healthy and can already do a hot line in bouncing.
I got up three times a night for far too many nights (and am still doing so for Foxy) to check the ewes. Lupin being Lupin (a character) waited until 11am when I had decided she wouldn’t do anything exciting until the next night and was up at the house for a coffee break. As soon as she heard my footsteps receding up the lane, she gave birth quickly and efficiently. I arrived back after my cuppa to find her checking the newborns over and putting their names down for violin and Mandarin lessons (obviously spectacularly talented offspring, she could tell already).
Foxy has yet to show her hand, and is lounging around her maternity unit guzzling hay, criticising Lupin’s childcare ethos and calling for more ivy (her favourite treat). I’ll tell you when something happens.
During the long hours I’ve spent in the building previously known as the Field Shelter but at the moment called the Lambing Shed, I’ve been watching nature unfold before me: here are some of my thoughts on birds which I will share with you:
Swallows are wonderful, but they never shut up. I was sitting with Lupin, gently dozing off, when I became aware of non-stop twittering and realised it was a gang of swallows who had presumably just arrived from foreign shores and were sharing their holiday stories. All it needed was for one of them to set up their own travel video complete with atmospheric soundtrack and stills of the main points of interest flown over and the illusion would have been complete.
Wrens. Say something very high and excitable and then zip away. I like them, but they don’t hang around much.
Chaffinches. Say ‘cheep cheep cheep, chirp chirp chirp, tweedeldee – kerpow!’ I watched a little pink guy in full song for some time before I got the spelling right.
I’ll be back in the Lambing Shed tonight (go, Foxy!) and will look out for more wildlife specials.