Next the goats were fed some hay and lounged around the yard, stretching and saying good morning in their usual unconcern manner.
Tilly and I then attended at the sheep barn, opening it up and walking in saying good morning to my girls. They were bunched into the corner by the hay rack waiting their morning hay as usual. On the barn floor was a long red rag. I bent over to pick it up, wondering where it came from. It was cold, wet and organic. I looked back at the ewes and they parted, revealing a new born lamb.
We had no idea that Rosie was pregnant and we are totally unprepared for this new arrival. That said, we are thrilled and excited with our very first Furrycreek lamb.