Yesterday, Mama Emily decided she'd had enough with the post-lamb confinement we'd been giving them by tucking the three of them into a lambing pen together. After busting out of the pen repeatedly, while continuing to be the fabulous Mama she has been all week, we realized that she knew better than us when it was time to spread her wings. And with that, she and her new babes went from a lambing stall to an acre of open space and a whole lot of excitement for Charlotte and Anne. A whole new world!
I'm clearly lacking skills in the action sports photography realm because this is what most of my photographs of those sweet lambs look like. Though it may be equal parts lamb movement and camera-holder movement because that springy, bouncy, lamb jumping is just about the most hysterical thing I've ever seen. I can't stop laughing at them. None of us can. It's the current family favorite source of entertainment.
They're blending right on into the fold here - following Cinnamon like the young and playful aunt that she is, chasing the chickens, frolicking with each other, and always, always looking to see where Mama is. She, of course, is always right there, with her strong, quiet and watchful eye. While I have no plans to headbutt my children anytime soon, I can't help but be inspired by her mothering. She's both strong and firm, and loving and gentle too - from a distance at which they can safely explore and discover the world. And she's right there ready for them (at least, for now) when they return to her. Such a good Mama she is.
I am a videographer no more than I am an action sports photographer, but nevertheless, the sounds of these baby lambs and their squeeky 'baa's" just cannot be missed. I thought you might like a little listen to all the sounds of the barnyard this morning.
Enjoy your day, friends!
