Our little lambing shed is off the back of our house. Go out the back door and you’re in it. Which is what I did at 7:00 this morning. Just out of bed and in my dressing gown. The first thing I saw was a yearling ewe – a first timer and without a clue – wandering round the pen with a lamb’s head and forelegs displaying at her rear end. I could have returned to the bedroom to dress – but would you? Thus I turned my hand to the task and, very soon, realised that my dressing gown was getting wet. Again, I could have abandoned the task to dress. But the pressing nature of the task – and the fact that the lambing shed is not overlooked – meant that it was more practicable to throw off my dressing gown and get on with the job without encumbrances. Thus when, shortly afterwards, my wife arrived on the scene, she was surprised to find her husband lambing nude. But as the result was a fine Vendéen ewe lamb, what do I care. After all, neither the ewe nor the lamb registered any complaint!
Best wishes
The Naked Shepherd!
Topic: Lambing nude! (Read 8366 times)
