Ireland: The Lamb Edition

6.12.2012

There are sheep. Everywhere. The vision I had in my mind of green rolling hills covered in lambs was true.

Claire's cousin, a wee boy named Richard (who is actually an old soul and the most adorable person) was taking care of their family's herd of lambs.

LAMBS.

TINY LITTLE DIRTY WET LAMBS. GLORY!

So one day we went to fulfill a lifelong dream I never knew I had, and hold tiny lambs. 

What should one wear on an excursion into a muddy field on a rainy day amongst mammal excrement and livestock germs? 

If you answered "Wellies, of course!" Then, CLEARLY, You is kind, you is smart, and you is important.

Apparently it's not something you and I share, though.

Because I wore ballet flats without socks. 

Here is a sheep that I photographed after we pulled to the side of the road. And I caught her MID-BLEAT. Obviously, she was saying the lamb password from Babe.


First, Richard took us to one of the barns and got the bottles ready for food time.

Then, we walked over and opened the gate, and saw them:


They came bounding toward us, I'd like to believe it was because their hearts were swelling with the opportunity to make a new friend. It may have had more to do with the excitement of escaping - and milk. Whatever.



Five years from now, will I regret my boyfriend watch that makes me look like I'm trying to be a part of The Sopranos? No.

You'll notice, my lamb is smiling in every photo.

Comfortable in its natural environment, and in the presence of new friends - this lamb decided to pee for my camera. 





There you have it. 
The most perfect Irish day.


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23 comments:

  1. SO JEALOUS! It's taken me three springs of living in the English countryside to finally get to touch a lamb (not at a petting farm). I am dying to steal one... but the USDA won't let me bring it back with me. Jerks.

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    1. Yeaaaah I don't know that customs loves people gallivanting with the local natives, either ;)

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  2. I love it! I have tons of pics from our trip to Dartmoor, but I just want to hold one!! Thanks for sharing~

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  3. OMGosh! This is why I've always wanted to visit Ireland! I have a fantasy of it looking a certain way and apparently I'm spot on :) Love hearing about you travels and that lamb was freakin' ADORABLE.

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    1. It was definitely the highlight in my mind. Camille was more concerned about diseases...which, maybe I should have been.

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  4. I love it. I'm dying. It's perfect.

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  5. Oh my goodness! What a perfect day:) I love little lambs ... weren't you tempted to pop one in your purse and take it home ... too cute!

    Their little baby baaahs are always the best:)

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  6. FRAN. I LOVE THIS. LOOOOK AT THOSE LAMBS!!! I'm dying.

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    1. You don't even understand. They were so lightweight - like holding a puppy that I could also make a sweater from without hurting it.

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  7. Ahhhh the tiny lambs are so prettyyyyyy! Are they really so flyffly and soft?? I want to hug one so baaaad!

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    1. They were fluffy and soft and wet from the rain - so, I'd be remiss to not also confess they were kind of smelly. But that did not matter in the least. They are perfectly huggable and delightful.

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  8. This is awesome! And they are so so so cute! I also learned something today...Wellies! Not ballet flats! I would have made the same mistake so thank you!

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    1. You know one might THINK it was an easy decision...oy.

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  9. This is so cool! Those lambs are precious. And Richard is adorable. That is the perfect Irish day!

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    1. Thank you for noticing Richard's adorableness. I couldn't get over it.

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  10. WAY too cute! Lambs are plentiful here in New Zealand too, although I don't think I have ever actually picked one up. Clearly I am deprived. :P

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  11. Baa-ram-ewe, baa-ram-ewe. To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe.

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    1. hahaahahahahahaha MOM
      I love that the one and only time you've commented on my blog is to recite the sheep oath.
      I love you.

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