because it is lambing season and I have 12 sheep. Six are pregs and so I put everyone in the first pasture every morning so that I can throw an eye on them at any time from the house and count heads. One, two, three, four….til I’ve hit 12. If I don’t count to twelve, I spy into the corners, around the obstacles, all to make sure that I haven’t overlooked anyone. I double-check the pregnant ewe count and if one of the six is MIA, I throw on my boots and barn coat, grab my camera and my phone and run out the back door. I arrive at the barn, huffing and puffing, and hustle into the aisleway calling sing-songy, like I always do, “Is someone having a baby?”
I am greeted by sheep, eating hay, that baah in reply.
Still no lambs.