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Farmer John’s March 2012 Blog

Farmer John’s March 2012 Blog

1 Mar 2012

It was the first Saturday afternoon of lambing. The shed was quiet, with just three families hanging around watching the action, which was slow.

It was the first Saturday afternoon of lambing. The shed was quiet, with just three families hanging around watching the action, which was slow. One ewe gave birth to triplets with a bit of help. Another, prompted into action, followed suit. She had been scanned for twins, but produced three large lambs, and looked very depleted by the experience. Just on cue, a large, very fat ewe made a great fuss as she had her lamb. Quickly I grabbed one of the triplets, still steaming and very slimy, and convinced her that she had, in fact, had two lambs. She was convinced….surprisingly! And all was well. And then another twin….Everything was done carefully because I was under the spotlight of my attentive audience of children and their parents. There were obviously intervals in the experience for running off to the pit by the farm to find enormous flints, lumps of chalk, and the famous high iridium dust from outer space.
The afternoon was rounded off with feeding our two (so far) foster lambs. By this time it was one lad, John, who was caught up in the experience. He was helping, holding and feeding. I asked him what year he was in at school. He explained that he was in care, and had been for the last four years, with a couple of unsuccessful foster placements. At ten years old he was here every three weeks as a break, with a small family at Upper Basildon, but actually lived in Kent. I was touched by the unfair load that he has to carry every day. I blurted out that I wanted him to remember one thing, but then choked up so went around the corner to dry my eyes. When I returned everyone else was with him, but he insisted on asking what it was he was to remember. With a deep breath I announced, now to an audience, that however people had failed him, he was to remember that God loved him and had made him very special.
‘Heart shattered lives ready for love don’t for a moment escape God’s notice’. Psalm 51