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Spring Lamb

It’s not another recipe, it’s the real thing-I all but stumbled over one on the slope of a wild hillside last week-end. Being a mere city ignoramus, I did a foolish thing-I picked it up. The mother sheep sprang out from a near-by clump of gorse and went bleating up over the hill, and since I didn’t want her new-born on my hands I set out after her. It was a crazy chase over rocks and blackened sticks. When at last I more or less caught up and put the infant down I was horrified to see that it sprang on to its wobbly legs and staggered after me! I simply took to my heels, and halfway down the hill I hid and saw that the mother had returned to it. I knew the tale about birds or eggs being deserted when touched by human hands. What I didn’t know was that the same applied to sheep. Later in the day the farmer explained that and a lot more!

A. T.

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New Zealand Listener, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 September 1939, Page 11

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Spring Lamb New Zealand Listener, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 September 1939, Page 11

Spring Lamb New Zealand Listener, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 September 1939, Page 11

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