Despite the short nights, extra work, and cold temperatures (except for this blessed week of spring-like weather) lambing season is my favorite time of the year for farm work. The most peaceful and fulfilling times for me on the farm are when caring for new lambs and their moms' just after the lambs are born. I love getting to see the lambs grow stronger by the minute as they figure out - with the help of their moms' - how to breathe, communicate, stand, walk and eat.
It is no small miracle that a slippery little bundle made up of long, spindly legs and short, curly wool can be born in Michigan in the winter and begin to thrive within minutes. Something interesting - newborn lambs smell like rain. I just so happen to love the smell of rain.