The spring weather in Michigan varies widely. Some days the temperature will hit 60 degrees and we enjoy the sunshine. Other days we are teased and tormented with late-season snow showers or cold, miserable rain. Just as the weather varies widely, so on a farm there is life and death, joy and heartache. We've had a few premies that haven't made it. We've had a couple of sets of quadruplets and many sets of triplets. Occasionally, one will be much smaller than the rest, and need special help. Sometimes, no matter what we do, the lamb dies. This is my son's lamb and ewe--he's had a lamb born on his birthday for two years now. This one was actually one of triplets--two were breech and didn't make it. It's one of the hard things about raising animals. When a stalk of corn dies (or a whole field, as we had last summer), there is a sense of loss. But there's something different--somehow deeper--about the death of an animal. Something that makes you appreciat...
A look at life on a small family farm