Jonathan: This morning I came back home from the croft for mid-morning coffee with news of the first primrose and violet flowers – on a north-facing bank which later in the year carries a small stand of bracken. I came home with, also, a new-born lamb for bottle-feeding – apparently the fruit of a ‘teenage’ pregnancy, probably when Tolsta Faolan escaped back out of the ram park. The mother – one of last year’s ewe-lambs – is hard-wired in ‘awkward mode’, which just now means refusing to provide any milk to her offspring! Now we don’t normally name our sheep (other than for pedigree purposes) – but ‘pet lambs’ are an exception, if only because they are always getting themselves or us into trouble, and a name is essential when identifying the culprit! So, this little bottle-baby is called Primrose. And Violet? Ah yes, apparently there’s another wayward teenager in the flock who must have given birth last night: her character is the opposite of her half-sister, and so that particular little lamb is doing well. She won’t need bottle-feeding she would have been a delight to know as Violet.
So, can you guess how Rhubarb got his name?