For seven days we have been intently watching our ‘wide loads’ waddling rather than running towards us. At last there is another lamb.
A boy this time, with his horn buds clearly visible. I am always amazed by how quickly a new- born is wobbling up on his legs then head-butting his mother’s udder to get a drink. Over the day we watch for the ‘golden poo’ that shows he has drunk so much that his gut is working and the colostrum (which comes just before the milk) is giving him precious immunity. I prefer singles to twins because mum has quite enough to do with watching, fetching and washing even one curious lamb, who wanders off all the time.
John Tavener (whose son Orlando was with us in The Orchard before he went on to be a chorister at Winchester Cathedral’s choir school) composed The Lamb for his nephew’s third birthday. Tavener uses only seven pitches (notes) in the whole piece. How many different tunes are you able to compose out of only seven notes? Have a go….