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This morning I came out to the sheep barn and saw an afterbirth on the straw. I looked in the field and there was Bridge with a lamb.


Jeremy picked them up and we led mother into a pen in the barn




Using last year’s Jacob wool fleeces, we have covered one of the rhubarb bed to mulch out the weeds and the grass. It might not work but it looks like an art installation to me – by the Old British Art group not the Young British Artists of yesteryear.





Here is a YouTube close/up video with sound (not my video)






Down at the pond the geese and wild ducks are enjoying the water. Click below