“A bitterly cold evening when I had delivered twins on a wind-scoured hillside; the lambs…struggling upright and making its way, unsteady, knock-kneed, towards the udder…The shepherd…gave a slow chuckle. “How the ‘ell do they know?” He had seen it happen thousands of times and still wondered. So do I.” - 147
— Oct 08, 2025 07:21PM
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