It has turned into a chilly winter's night, the cold southerly wind howling and frightening the children. But it was a beautiful day. We celebrated father's day (which was actually last weekend, but that was Naomi's birthday party, so this was father's day, observed). We had Michael's favorite breakfast and then spent the afternoon at Battle Hill Farm Park, where we had once been with Rob. It's springtime here, or at least that's what they call it. There are tulip trees in bloom, things that look like cherry blossom trees, daffodils, and the neon yellow gorse. And, there are lambs. Lots of lambs, lambs in every field. Every day there are more lambs, scampering around after their mothers. We went to spend father's day with the lambs.
Here's a quick video taken from the top of the hills we look at from the beach, looking back down at the village. This might give you another perspective on the landscape.
And here is a long, and perhaps boring, video of the lambs. In this one, a young lamb loses his mother and goes off searching for her. It's so long because I was trying to film the reunion, but eventually gave up at the prodding of Michael. The good news is that he found his mother and his twin, and nursed and scampered around them, before charging off on his own again. I don't think this is the only time he'll be lost. (The very bad news, of course, is that all these adorable creatures will be a main course at some point--pretty good reason to be vegetarian, eh? We came home and had tofu for dinner with glee.)
Somehow it seems fitting to show a video of a lost lamb, on Father's day (observed) which also happens to be my mother's birthday. Happy birthday, Mom.
(oh, and this post is by Jennifer, as are just about all the posts--a couple of people have been confused about who's writing them and then things mostly don't make sense!)
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