Having a cuppa on our sun-soaked back verandah, I spotted a little lamb alone in the distance. What are you doing so far away from your mum? I wondered.
Born just a week before on our sheep farm in Wellington, SA, I realised she’d been rejected and would need urgent care to survive.
Naming her Lamby, I took her to the house where she was bottle-fed three to four times a day.
She quickly became my little shadow, following closely everywhere I went.