Brigget called the other day and asked if I could help her vaccinate lambs. Sure, I said! Nothing I’d like more. Okay, I’d like a big bowl of ice cream covered in chocolate syrup more, but I’ll take jabbing little lambs with a needle as an excuse to go visit Brigget.
Darling and I showed up raring and ready to go…but Brigget was nowhere to be found. To pass the time, Darling and I helped ourselves to a self guided tour of her gardens.
Cottage garden outside the bunk house
Sweet peas in the market garden
Rows of veggies
Once we’d completed the tour, we wandered out into the front pasture to visit the
future victims cute little lambs. I think Darling said she counted thirteen. They’re getting old enough now to feel comfortable wandering a bit, and as soon as they spotted us come through the gate we were mauled!
Look! I think they may have treats!
You frisk this pocket, I’ll frisk that one
Brigget finally showed up, and we got to work. We each had our role. I was the official sheep flipper, Brigget was the jabber, and Darling was documenting the whole thing.
The lamb rests it’s back against me as I hold it’s legs still.
Brigget is making me a little nervous with that needle!
Brigget grabs a fold of skin and quickly injects the needle.
It didn’t take long to finish everyone up. The lambs are upset only because we’ve flipped them onto their hind ends; other than that, they appear to feel nothing and are up playing with their buddies right away. Why can’t my kids behave like that?
Now, if you’re looking for something else to add to your day, you ought to check out Darling’s new blog!