When my alarm rang at six thirty on Tuesday morning I was in the middle of a dream about lambing. In my dream, our last pregnant ewe had her lambs, twins, and we were gathered around her looking at her babies. Mimi picked me up at seven and we drove off to the field to do the morning sheep check, which involves feeding the sheep, making sure they have water, counting them, checking for signs of trouble, and seeing if new lambs have been born. In the car, Mimi asked me if I thought our last ewe would have lambed, and I answered yes, definitely, citing my dream as evidence. We arrived at the field and found no new lambs. I wasn't surprised. My dreams, after all, aren't prophetic. 

 BUT THEN! After the sheep were fed and lambs were counted, we noticed the ewe was pawing the ground, walking in circles, and vocalizing, all of which are signs of labor. Mimi and I prepared the jug and, by the time we were done, two new lambs were laying beside the ewe in the pasture. A fast and uncomplicated lambing. 

 So, in conclusion, all of our ewes have now lambed, and I'm pretty much psychic. 

 Pictures by Victoria