Yesterday was gorgeous wasn’t it? The sheep in the field that partly surrounds my house were soaking up the sunshine and warmth. These are not my sheep, my girls are a bit further away. I was pottering about when the neighbor said he thought there was a lamb stuck. Turned out that some naughty lamb had been playing king of the castle on my garden wall.
I don't know how she managed it but she had brought the outer skin
of the wall down on herself and was literally immured. Walled up under
the wall. My heart sank, not a sound was coming from the lamb and no mum
was bleating in distress, but sure enough a nose and foot could be
seen. After much wriggling and careful removing of stone, rolling some
stones away from her premature tomb, her front legs were reachable.
took several minutes before with baited breath she was delivered from
the stones. There was a sense of this being a second birth, she needed
freeing and with no noise coming from her the possibility that she was
fatally wounded or dead by now was quite high. At last though, just
enough of the stones gave way, in the right direction that she could be
pulled free. Thin and hungry looking she could only have been a few days
old, far too young to be cavorting up and under stone walls alone.
There followed a few moments, while she lay dazed and shocked on the lush green of the grass, with gentle coaxing to see if she could stand alone. Anxious moments of waiting
to see if she had any possible fractures? wouldn’t be
surprising after all with a wall coming down on her, but no, she rose to
her feet and after a few wobbly steps found her voice, crying for mum.
Mum was totally oblivious and quite some way away munching away happily.
with a little guidance though they were finally reunited and the lamb
That happened yesterday, Good Friday, and the resonance of the Easter
story made me smile. Happy Easter, what ever your faith and belief.