As the morning moves on, the lambs tire of grazing and nap. The ewes though, still nursing lambs and needing calories, keep walking and gobbling up grass.
I write and watch as the ewes move down the hill. Most lambs follow.
But one, snoozing in the morning sun, does not.
When he awakes, he sees no ewes or lambs. They've all moved about 50 yards down the hill.
He does what lambs do, what we adults would like to do when things are not going our way.
He stands up and wails and wails.
As lambs grow older, the ewes respond less and less quickly to lamb wails. A 30-day-old lamb calling for his mother only elicits a couple "over here" baas from mom before she returns to grazing.
The lamb wails again, hoping she'll come.
She doesn't.
Giving in, he lopes toward his mother and other sheep. The lambs and sheep return to munching grass.
And, I return to my work, happy to be diverted by lambs.
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