There’s a top paddock that we’ve been resting, allowing the grass to grow a little in the spring sunshine, despite the nightly frosts. Today I opened the gate to the top pasture with its fuzzy blush of green. The mums all rushed up through the gate to the new green grass, leaving their lambs and ignoring the noise they made shouting “mum, mum!”.
The lambs had never seen a gateway before. One very little girl discovered that she can wriggle through sheep fencing, although at the rate she’s growing she will soon be too big to fit through. One boy lamb ran the fence line, until his older friends came back through he gate to find him. Several lambs followed the hay feeder as I wheeled it through. After about 15 minutes they had all found their mums again, had a drink of milk and gone to sleep in the sun, accompanied by the sound of gentle munching.
The lyrics “green pastures” are relevant here to this gorgeous contemporary setting of Psalm 23 by Howard Goodall, which Knighton’s Chapel Choir have often sung in church.
Try drawing a picture of a black sheep on green grass.