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="4c60">“Let’s have a nap together…”<figure id="a642"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*F0poKlzZyWza4s3BfYpt9A.jpeg"><figcaption>Lambs photo by author</figcaption></figure>“We can sit in here until we get hungry…”<figure id="9c1b"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*W9nGklGzyMSdcoKRHvwU6Q.jpeg"><figcaption>Lamb photo by author</figcaption></figure>The lamb visits continued for a few weeks until something odd happened. By this point they were already struggling to come through to their resting place. One finally got stuck in the gate, finding itself wedged half-way through.It then wrenched the gate clean off its flimsy hinges and walked off with it, carrying it around for a minute or so, until it panicked and dislodged it with a loud crash. I didn’t get my camera out quick enough to catch that one on film.The lambs don’t walk about so freely as they used to, but I still watch them from my window playing together. One game they play is a bit like tag, in which they chase each other around. The other game involves one lamb that takes over a little hillock, and then has to defend it

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from invader lambs.Here’s a cute lamb from some years back at an estate where I work…<figure id="bfa8"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*T5UBpNB0vZh21luv2CWzQg.jpeg"><figcaption>picture supplied by author</figcaption></figure>A couple of years later I came across a sheep that looked remarkably familiar:<figure id="1368"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*kMAjDatAENv6NyHw8iWDEQ.jpeg"><figcaption>Picture supplied by author</figcaption></figure>For me, daffodils are the first sign that spring is on the way. The second is my first bumble bee, and the last sign is the first lambs often bracing themselves against the last chilly winds of winter.What are the first signs of spring for you where you are?Do you have something to write about you think would be welcomed here at The Diarist? Check out the <a href="https://readmedium.com/write-for-the-diarist-submission-guidelines-d90c750cb34e">submissions page</a> — let’s see it! <a href="https://medium.com/the-diarist">Follow us</a> for personal Diarist’s entries that will have you hooked!</article></body>

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Twin Lambs Set Up Home in My Garden

Until one got stuck in the gate

What happened last spring: 21st of March 2024

Seeing as we’re into spring time here in West Scotland, I thought I’d share the following story involving a pair of lambs from a few years back. They took to visiting me everyday in order to have a short nap in my garden.

Here’s the first one squeezing through my gate railings, and then looking back to its friend. “Hey, come in here, see what I’ve found.”

So the next one decided to squeeze through as well…

“Let’s have a nap together…”

“We can sit in here until we get hungry…”

The lamb visits continued for a few weeks until something odd happened. By this point they were already struggling to come through to their resting place. One finally got stuck in the gate, finding itself wedged half-way through.

It then wrenched the gate clean off its flimsy hinges and walked off with it, carrying it around for a minute or so, until it panicked and dislodged it with a loud crash. I didn’t get my camera out quick enough to catch that one on film.

The lambs don’t walk about so freely as they used to, but I still watch them from my window playing together. One game they play is a bit like tag, in which they chase each other around. The other game involves one lamb that takes over a little hillock, and then has to defend it from invader lambs.

Here’s a cute lamb from some years back at an estate where I work…

A couple of years later I came across a sheep that looked remarkably familiar:

For me, daffodils are the first sign that spring is on the way. The second is my first bumble bee, and the last sign is the first lambs often bracing themselves against the last chilly winds of winter.

What are the first signs of spring for you where you are?

Do you have something to write about you think would be welcomed here at The Diarist? Check out the submissions page — let’s see it! Follow us for personal Diarist’s entries that will have you hooked!