Standing in the field, watching. A ewe has just lambed. We’ve decided to let them lamb out in the field. They can choose their own spot that way. In the barn it gets cramped and unhygienic. They manage all on their own. Some lambs die, that’s nature’s way, but so far, no ewe has had problems with the actual lambing. She’s licking one of the lambs fiercely, the other lies a little way off. (Our sheep almost always have two lambs.) I think to myself that it’s a critical moment, this might be the point when she rejects one of the lambs. Soon, I’ll carry the lambs into a separate stall in the barn, where there’s clean straw and limited space. That way the lambs won’t have to walk a long way after the ewe. But I don’t want to lift them too soon—the ewe might get the idea the lambs aren’t hers. You have to be present, but not overbearing.