成人快手

We found YET another sheep with a head sticking oot from under her tail. So Erlend draped her over the strae bale and I put the lambing snare around the wee lamb's head. Then I squatted over the yow's shoulders so she couldn't stand her front end up. (This keeps the hind end elevated on the strae bale so Erlend can push the head back in with more ease.) I weight at least 260 pounds so there was NO way that yow was going anywhere!

Being a true Woman of Grace I promptly kicked over the pail full of antiseptic hot water and it flooded down the byre passage with all of the bull pee. The lambing ropes merrily flowed by as Erlend stared at me in silence with one arm stuck inside of the sheep. He finished pushing the head back in while muttering under his breath while I tried not to look guilty.

He then had to go and refill the bucket and since I am a buxom woman and we figured Madam Sheep was going nowhere I stayed put. I was crouched over her shoulders facing her tail with the sheep kneeling down on her knees with her rear end up in the air on the bale of strae. As Erlend disapeared through the dairy door I stuck my hand in the sheep in order to keep her from pushing the head of the lamb out again.

All of a sudden the yow bounced off of the strae bale and sprang to her feet! I had just enough time to reach around behind me and grab her under the chin so that her nose pointed upwards. This only slowed her down and did NOT stop her - she still managed to race around and around the pen with me on her back clutching her chin with one hand and pushing her lamb back with the other.

Round and round we went as I tried desparately to dig my heels and toes into the ground. I figured, "Any moment now she's going to collapse - I'm not a lightweight!!" But things did not work out that way - she just kept going!!

So I started to howl at the top of my lungs, "HELP!! HEEEELLLLP!!" until Erlend came racing into the byre and saw me wizzing around the pen, backwards, on the yow in a very interesting position.

Lucky for me Erlend is a strong man and he soon had the yow back down on her knees. I half-crouched half-sat a bit more on the yow's neck and this seemed to do the trick long enough for Erlend to finish with the bucket of water and iodine soapy stuff.

I'm happy to report that the lamb was born strong and healthy - and so was her wee sister!

Baaaaah