My mind wasn't on lambing, it was on the balance act with two buckets of water which had to be manoeuvredalong the side of the beck on the slippery uneven slope. If I spill water it is just twice as slippery next time!
But there was a sheep bleating in the shed. Now at this time of year all the sheep should have had their noses deeply tucked into the fine hay I had just fed to them. A sheep in the shed meant lambing season had begun.
And sure enough, a fine little boy who had allready found the lamb bar.