I took the picture on the left last Thursday at 5:00 a.m. Prior, around 3:30 a.m., Mr. WestBerryMom had discovered a lamb born out in the pasture. It was a cold, wet morning so we carefully scooped up baby and herded mama across our property to the barn and birthing stall.
We raise a rare breed of sheep, Tunis, sometimes called "The Red Heads." I adore them.
I had to sit with mama and baby for a few hours because the ewe pawed at the lamb in an effort to coerce her to nurse. I was afraid she would injure the baby (sheep aren't very smart, I imagine you've heard).
It was a very sweet time. I cuddled with the lamb and put my hand into the deep pile of mama ewe's wool (perhaps it's strange but I love the smell and feel of lanolin).
We exchanged stories about our children.
I have many reasons to be proud of my own "flock" of boys -their relationship with the Lord, their musicianship, their kind hearts and their drive.
I'm grateful that they are strong and healthy, both in body and mind.
Today (and every day) I'm counting my many blessings (look what God has done!)
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