Polly is very independent-minded. She likes to have her lambs somewhere well away from the others – somewhere quiet and sheltered with good grazing, where she can nurse them for a day or two before bring them to show me.
But I was worried about her – I hadn’t seen her for a nearly two days, and guessed she’d have lambed. I found her in the garden ground of a derelict house. I needn’t have worried: two fine ewe lambs, ready for ear-tagging.
Polly followed me, her lambs either side of her, back to the croft store (about half a mile), where I found the black feed bucket and put in it some sheep nuts specially for her. We then continued to a nice little spot by the sea where she could graze contentedly, with her lambs sheltered by rushes from the damp westerly wind.