Anticipation is mounting in the Lambing Shed ...
Medical supplies have been double checked . . .
Tea; coffee; a kettle and warm blanket are now in situ . . .
Game plans are finalised ..
All is, seemingly, tranquil ...
Give it two weeks, this shed is going to look very different: Think Sweeny Todd's cellar ... lambs flinging themselves into the world like horizontal Jacks In The Boxes ... toddling bloodily and greasily around, blaring little voices hitting unbelievable decibel levels ...
He-who-believes-he-should-be-obeyed has altered his predictions from gloomy to dire ...
........................................ The sun shines on the righteous ....
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