"I grab the motionless lamb, which is frighteningly slippery, and scramble on my feet, swinging its little body around to get the mucus out and help it breathe. I see its chest move, then it sneezes and starts breathing. It's stunned by the delivery experience. As am I. I'm high on adrenaline. Tears are streaming down my face. I pop the lamb down on the ground and start frantically rubbing its tiny body... Looking back, I can see that this was one of the first moments of questioning whether I'm truly cut out for farming, realising that the answer might be... yes" -------------------------------------------------------------- Zo
