It's that time of year again, when the fields are full of lambs and I go out to try and photograph them. I went out one evening for a walk, only to find that they all ran away from me.
Then I got caught in the rain with the camera, so I admitted defeat and unleashed Plan B. The following day, I drove a quad into the middle of the field and waited for the sheep to come to me.
They certainly didn't run away this time.
All of a sudden the lambs couldn't be close enough.
I saw Winky Steve.
I call this lamb Titchy Lamb. Because titchy.
On to the next field then (after lunch break).
It's Dave's brother Bob!
It's that pesky ram that has broken into this field uninvited.
Then Dave appeared.
See the family resemblance?
Then I spotted Gloria, happily playing with her brother and mum.
It's great to see lambs that you've helped thrive.