A couple of days ago I said something about the magic of pasture lambing.  Today I remembered that it’s a really bad idea to tempt fate.  We were supposed to get a fair amount of rain over night, and I did my best to prepare for that; it never occurred to me that we would get a mid-May snowstorm.

Two lambs didn’t make it through the night, and I found their distraught mother with their bodies in the morning.

The snow also brought a long day of lamb triage; more stories in the coming days.