Lambing is coming to an end

A mere handful of recalcitrant ewes remain in the sheds, holding on until the last moment ... most likely to make the most of the cake! We seem to have been at it for all living memory, and we now emerge blinking into the light. Without further ado, some photos.

Stockman Mack and a very Easter lamb.

Sporting the latest in ovine hairdos ... or don'ts ... the comb-over.

Irene and a very fuzzy lamb.

Kate, with Goliath. Mum was somewhat unimpressed with having to give birth to such a monster.

It may be lambing, but Buddy still needs his milk.

A lovely warm place to sleep in the sun. (Don't worry, the red is the paint brand...not anything more sinister.)

A first foray into the fields.

The team goes off to work ...

First batch moving on up the hill to summer pastures.

Beautiful misty morning across the valley.

The yellowhammers have been with us all spring.

After hedge-laying, an explosion of foxgloves in the now-open areas.

This rowan is already blooming, laid in the autumn.