Following a patchy week weather wise the weekend has delivered sunshine, blue skies and a lift in the spirits. Outside in the fields the labouring ewes are pretty good at picking a choice spot to give birth. You can bet you'll find the new borns behind a dyke or a towering Lime tree - cooried in, sheltered from the cold west wind. The byre - used to house mothers and lambs from the outside fields who need some tlc - has become quiet in the drier weather. The main shed with singles and triplets has emptied/ restocked / emptied and now restocked for the last time - with a bumper day of births yesterday we are well past half way.
For the first time since we've been back at the farm lambing feels a bit more manageable this year. The extra help we've had has lightened the load - meaning if you're out on the early shift then you're off the late night checks and vice versa. The kids also are another year older and with the eldest focused on buying a new phone the ability to work hard and make money has dropped the proverbial penny. The extra pairs of hands, even if little, go a long way.
And so the last two days I've been holed up in the polytunnel doing the final bed preparation and the first of the salad transplanting. Bird song surrounds, the odd pheasant wandering in before stumbling back out upon seeing me, and layers of winter thermals stripped off as the temperatures soar with sun's arrival. There have been proper lunches on the table, accounts done and my brain doesn't feel like its separating. The 2 younger ones, having been camping out in the garden, appeared back to sleep inside last night for the first time in 3 weeks and I had time to read them a story. The better balance feels great.