It is late winter and the young lambs are being born. I will never tire of seeing these adorable babies. And I am not the only one who feels that way. The other day I sat at the window and watched a toddler who had brought her young lamb to visit the beach. Now I have seen dogs. And I have seen horses. But never a lamb. She did not have it on a leash, and it was being completely uncooperative because it was too busy eating grass. So she tried to pick it up and carry it toward the beach. The lamb was as big as her. She pulled it up putting her hands in its armpits( Do lambs have arm pits? Leg pits?). The lamb’s body stretched to the ground. She stumbled along, as the lamb’s legs kept getting tangled in her own. She finally gave up and left it to graze while she ran toward the ocean. Mom came back and picked it up. They disappeared over the dune, and I never did find out if the lamb went into the water.
A Yank Among the Kiwis 