|Big Mumma's boy on the day of his birth|
We have watched the lambs being born, play with each other, climb logs and look down wombat holes.
|Playing on the way to the lambing paddock|
|Eric and Leslie on duty|
|The main dam|
Today, it was time to take two our the biggest lambs to the abattoirs to stock the Christmas fridge, feed some of our friends and family and to do a practise run with the butcher for our lamb paddock to plate venture.
Today, all that work we have put into having the sheep comfortable with us paid off. Today, when we drafted, loaded and transported the two chosen lambies, all went smoothly and calmly. It felt good to say "thank you and goodbye" to them when they had had such stress-free lives.
I have always loved eating lamb - it is truly my favourite meat. I have never before however had to take responsibility for their birth, health, life and death. I have in the past, like most of us, simply bought lamb from the butcher.
I thought that today I would feel terribly uncomfortable with taking the lambs off the property where they were born on a short trip to the abattoirs but I didn't. I did feel a sort of pathos but is was more of a tenderness and gratitude rather than pity or sorrow.
While I am not at all religious, it has always seemed a proper thing to thank an animal (not a God) for its life. Today I had to live that (at least to an extent).
I think they had good lives, certainly they had lives where gentle care and handling was of great importance.
Thank you lambies and thank you sun and grass for keeping the lambies well fed.
|New born twins|