The barn is ready and the brown ewe is in, and she didn’t lamb outside on icy pasture in January.  The longer version of the story includes a breathless call to friend and neighbor Jenny Hughes when I realized (30 minutes after dark) that my plan to move sheep into the barn in the morning might be in conflict with the ewe’s plans to go into labor over night.  Jenny and her husband Edward helped me convince the brown ewe to come in, darkness and ice notwithstanding.