Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Black-Faced Ewe

As I admire the Black-Faced Ewe, I marvel at how motherhood has changed her.

She is no longer the teen-aged girl, who, when I opened the stall door, charged toward me and jumped, head-down, into the air.

Her head hitting my sternum took my breath away.

Yet, I kept her.

Last night, she had her first set of lambs -- twin ewe lambs.

When I look at them, I feel a twinge in my chest.

(Lambs are about 18 hours old in these photos).

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