Tuesday, March 25, 2014
We are not amused
There was snow covering the ground when I woke this morning. I quickly checked the lamb-cam monitor (today is technically the first day we could have lambs being born) and all I saw were my poor "beached whale" ladies, resting and waiting.
It's mid-afternoon now and the scenario is basically the same. The girls go out and graze (on what, I do not know) for a few minutes and then waddle back it and assume their beached whale positions. We are having strange, schizophrenic weather. One minute the sun is out, next the clouds roll over, the wind starts blowing and snow comes down sideways in near white-out conditions.
I have a fire in the studio woodstove and a new magazine in hand. I've been listening to another of the Outlander books (downloaded from Audibile onto my iPhone and iPad) and checking the monitor every little bit. This limbo period is hard for me, even after all these years . I know the lambs are coming, but until the first ones hit the ground, it seems a bit unreal. I've prepared the lambing pens, my birthing supplies are gathered up and now we wait.