The boys were really uncertain – they felt nature should take its course – and Becky went very quiet. I had to give a few decent tugs until, after about two minutes, the lamb slipped out into my arms. I felt joyous, but there was still more we had to do to make sure the lamb stayed alive. Petey said we should encourage the ewe towards the lamb, so we surrounded her and started “herding” her. They had a leg of lamb in the oven, and I said, “I’m not eating lamb any more.” I haven’t eaten it since.

Source: The Guardian March 30, 2018 09:56 UTC