And that means lots of cute baby faces.

And lots of proud mom faces too.

Some of the moms I helped deliver when they were born… like the sheep named Paige, who is standing above. I helped deliver her on my first night living on the farm, five years ago.

It is funny to compare what she and I have both done over the past five years… she has probably given birth to eight lambs, whereas I have gone to London, gotten my master’s degree and gotten married.

I remember when I lived on the farm, I wanted to start a woman’s movement for these girls. I tried to tell them to: Run. Go. I told them there is a big world out there and they don’t have to spend their life being pregnant.

But by the time fall would come around again, they must have forgotten everything that I told them. Because there they’d be, standing at the fence, heads hanging low and panting heavily at the ram on the other side, who was breathing just as hard as he eagerly waited for his glorious day to come.

So the lambs are here again, and they are learning how to jump while I am learning video…