The lambs were born in the past couple of weeks, down in that vast southwest quadrant of the island, a place better known by sheep than by humans. Last year we were lucky that some of them were born near the house, so we were able to watch them every day.This year we had to wait for their visit.
Which came this evening, just as the winds were kicking up for a big storm that's almost here. They came by but didn't stay, and moved on down to the lower orchard.
The storm will come by, and move on, too.