The first lambs were due at Bradleyfield Farm on 18 March, as usual. So why were there five thriving lambs, a week old, a fortnight old, in the lambing pens and waiting for this bright and frosty morning to warm up before their first venture onto grass? By the time I returned the ice on the water tank had melted, Brian Bowness had fitted a blue coat onto the youngest and they were in the pasture trying out their new legs. Little leaps, all four legs off the ground. What will this body do? Can we lambs fly, mum? If we try.
Jan Wiltshire is a writer and naturalist living in Cumbria. She take photographs.