Lambs, etc
I have millions of photos of lambs. Nearly. But there are so many lambs. 
It’s not easy taking photos of lambs in the company of hellhounds, however. The lambs themselves are occasionally willing to overlook predator breath, but the mums aren’t.
To give hellhounds credit, which they rarely deserve, they are (mostly) 
surprisingly good about being tied to a fence-post or a tree-stump while I take photos. They’ll be less patient with my megrims later in the season when the lambs are running around more.
Okay, so, this one is more about the landscape than the lambs. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this countryside?
At the moment the lambs mostly totter, furiously drink milk–still photos won’t show you the madly whirling tails and the violent way they thump their mums’ udders with their skulls: mums with twins will sometimes have their hind ends jolted clean off the ground–and then slump to the ground in tiny woolly heaps. 
I would kill* for a good photo of a lamb leaping straight up into the air, the way they will all be doing in a week or two. One of these years, maybe, if the photo fairy smiles on me. A few of the bigger lambs are beginning to try out the moves now. Calves and foals leap and buck, but they don’t jump straight up, like a bounced ball, the way lambs–and fawns–do.**
And a few piglets. 
Piglets are a completely different kind of hoot when they run. You can see the bobbing bums here, and the little legs go at an amazing speed while the backs stay almost flat: and they grunt as they run: oof! Oof! Oof! Oof! Mum comes along behind on an extended deep grooooooooan.
Yep. I see you too.
* Depending on what was for the chop. Morons in dented white vans, definitely.
** I assume some of this is just weight. An average lamb may weigh ten pounds at birth. An average foal may weigh over a hundred. And some baby things are bouncier than others.
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