Maybe he likes the scent of lambs

Boris is still struggling to feed from Perky so we continue to give him bottles. Come on, Boris, man up!

For over six years I have driven up and down Bushmead Road on my way into and out of St Neots. Along that road I often see the “Bushmead” buzzard in a tree or wheeling in the sky and sometimes just sitting by the roadside. Today I pulled into the verge and managed to get some pictures.

Cooked for a minute until just tender and dressed with a simple vinaigrette

I am watching and listening, on my computer, to the speeches live from Yad Vashem in Jerusalem. I grew up with a close friend whose mother had been an inmate at the infamous Auschwitz. A beautiful, kind and elegant woman who was a wonderful wife, mother, grandmother and great grandmother. The way she lived her life is testament to the ability of a human being to rise above unspeakable horror and cruelty. In honour of her memory and the memory of all who perished in the Holocaust may we all oppose racism and inhumanity in every part of our world.

We thank Great Britain for giving the children of the Kindertransport a home here and thank those non Jewish families who took them into their houses including the family of David Attenborough who fostered two German Jewish girls, Irene and Helga and treated them as their own children.

Whoever destroys a single life is considered to have destroyed the whole world and whoever saves a single life is considered by Scripture to have saved the whole world.

To find both lambs on their feet and feeding! I did give them a quick top up with a warmed bottle of Perky’s milk but it seems that the crisis is over.

Uk commercial farmers lose between 15 and 25 percent of lambs annually. I can understand why as it takes a great deal of effort to keep them alive!

We just went to the barn with a warmed bottle of milk. Johnson was feeding from mum and Boris was cuddled up next to them besides a bale of straw. We gave both lambs 50 ml “top up” from the feeding bottle. We will go out before midnight, to check on the lambs and give them a night feed. Perky is brilliant about letting Jeremy milk her. She is a wonderful sheep and seems to trust us. She is one of the flock who will eat from our hands – most of them are too timid.

Night photo below.

In preparation for a possible third night in the kitchen, J has just milked Perky. The lambs have spent the day with mother, showing signs of feeding from her. We are giving them supplementary bottles to build up their strength. If we bring them in tonight we now have 350 ml of fresh sheep milk to feed them.

Boris and Johnson are now in the barn with mother Perky. Johnson is getting the idea but Boris is still a lost soul.

When I returned from the Wednesday walk I found the first snowdrops in the front garden.