The Lambing Barn
Placental blood and ewe’s milk: but she was used to the smell by now. Head down, pouring cider from the heavy flagon, the girl ignored the remarks of the hired men.
He was at the far end, one hand braced on the floor, one inside the ewe. She stood silently, watching. A pause, a long pulling together of anticipation and with a rush of liquid and an almost human bleat from the animal the sac slid onto the straw. The lamb was tiny, but alive.
He looked up. ‘She’s two more already – this one’ll need mothering.’
‘You mean me?’
M J Lewis 2016
Here we are at Friday Fiction and it’s already Sunday. Thanks to our host the writer and artist Rochelle and, for the photo, thanks to Sandra Crook, a regular at Friday Fiction (and often the first to post).
What I know about lambing could be written on the back of a postage stamp – remember those? – but we’re all mammals, so based this on my own experience. Any sheep farmers out there are welcome to put me right on the details!
That’s strongly atmospheric and described without haste
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Thanks Neil – and you’re considerably less squeamish than Dawn!
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I am of the squeamish sort, this made me wince a bit.
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It’s just that great miracle – life! 🙂
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Just like you see on Yorkshire Vet! 🙂 Very graphic, and I’m glad I wasn’t there. Good one.
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Now I’ve never seen Yorkshire vet but looked it up and here indeed is a lambing scene…
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/video/news/video-1213761/Take-sneak-peek-Channel-5s-new-The-Yorkshire-Vet.html
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Yes, I winced too, but that’s a good thing in this case. Well told story, Miranda. Birth is a miracle, but not exactly pretty.
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I can feel her withdrawing – I think I would have run!
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She’s a country girl – I think she’s enthralled! But readers might disagree…
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Then of course 🙂
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Dear Miranda
Graphic and well written. I felt like I was there.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you – to put you in that barn was my (metaphorical) intention!
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I think that many of us, including me, sees a scene as this as revolting… a pity really… and just maybe we should do it before enjoying mutton.. love the last line.
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Now I don’t eat meat and I wouldn’t like to have to kill an animal, but I’m fascinated rather than revolted by the start of life. I remember going out to see calves born when I stayed in farm guest houses on family holidays.
We also fed orphan lambs from bottles – they’re just woolly babies!
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You illustrate the scene so well, well done. mike
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Nicely done. I could feel her excitement at mothering the lamb.
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Glad you saw that! It’s hard in so few words.
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It is hard, but you did a great job.
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I saw nothing revolting in this excellent piece, a natural and common scene, I imagine.
You brought it to life, and the last line is superb.
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Thank you so much. My intention was not to be revolting – though I hope he washes his hands afterwards.
Your comments are very much appreciated.
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Birth is a natural process, why should it be revolting? Of course, coming out of eggs would be less messy… 😉 Great story, great atmosphere. I think the girl will love to mother the lamb.
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Even better than an egg maybe, I had a discussion once with a midwife about how much easier it would all be if we were marsupials – for the mother and the midwife.
Thanks for coming into the lambing barn!
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Wonderfully described. I love the richness of your language – it’s perfect for the scene you describe. The characters are so engaging too. I loved this.
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I plan to take these characters on a longer journey so your comments are very welcome Margaret. Thank you.
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