The lambs in the field go bleat, bleat, bleat

6 May 2008

Yesterday was a bank holiday – May is brilliant for such things – and I managed to tear myself away from my computer and get out into the wide world. The sun was shining, so I stole Dad’s 200mm lens and hightailed it on my bike to the field beyond the railway bridge in order to stalk the little lambykins.

We’ve had a bit of rain recently, so going under the bridge involved trailing through stinky mud with my bike. No way was I going to attempt to ride through it. I could just see what would happen, I’d get halfway and then get stuck and – inevitably – fall off. Out the other side the track and grass was somewhat drier.

The sheep were at first a little apprehensive of the newcomer with the muddy boots and bike, but I stuck around long enough that they began not to care. Tip to photographers: standing near the feed trough may well help. The lambs gamboled – as such creatures are wont to do – headbutted each other, bleated like fury when they became separated from their mothers (ie, lunch) , climbed on top of each other and occasionally stopped and stared right at me. Click on the photo above for the whole so-gosh-darned-cute set.