It is lambing season. You might think that lambing season would be the best time to work on a farm; all those cute little lambs being born, wiggling their little tails. Isn’t that what the whole job is about? Making more sheep? But where there is life there is death. At this time of year my Dad is a doctor and an undertaker, and even on occasion a surgeon. And his patients never listen to his years of wisdom.
THIS WAS A GOOD DAY