It was very difficult to count them this morning but I think we had two new ones. Certainly there are two very little ones but the mother of one of them sees me across the other side of the paddock then charges away from me with her head down as if she is being chased by a lion. So there’s no chance of catching that lamb to spray it with iodine. However the other one was fine and so was its mother.
We spent a few hours in the afternoon setting out electric fence in the neighbouring field to give the flock access to long grass. A boost of nutrition should be helpful for all these milky ewes but we also don’t want them to get diarrhoea from too much rich food.
I went back in the evening and was able to count them as they settled down to rest, although the older lambs were running their own version of the grand national, the lamb national.
Most of you know my favourite song about racing, The Camptown Races. Here’s one version: sing along with the chorus.
