Our first set of lambs came on a snowy night. The second, on a rainy night.
Then, for a week, there were no more lambs.
But on a sunny first day of April, I came home to find a set of twins and a set of triplets, born in the afternoon sun, dried off by their mamas and the afternoon breeze.
Their first sights were of greening grass and bluebirds fluttering nearby. They heard their mama's bleats accompanied by a cacophony of birdsong.
Lucky lambs, lucky lambs.