Jumbuck's Misadventure

By Maree Woolley and Sally Nowlan

Sally Nowlan uses her experience as a former sheep farmer, a vet nurse, and rural journalist to engage the reader with her detailed knowledge of rural life, and sheep. 

The floor was moving and Jumbuck rocked on his hooves as he watched more and more sheep climbing up the ramps into this strange floating thing. Later that night, w

• Language: English
• Publisher: Annabel Nowlan
• Release date: May 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781922270283

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Jumbuck’s Misadventure

Dedicated to all the sheep

that have died on live export ships

JUMBUCK’S MISDVENTURE

Copyright © Sally Nowlan, 2018

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a database and retrieval system or transmitted in any form or any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the owner of copyright and the above publishers.

Original illustrations © Maree Woolley, 2018

Design and layout by Mountains Brown Press

IBSN: 978-0-646-98423-0

eISBN: 978-1-922270-28-3

THE BABY LAMB pushed closer against his mother, pressing his face into her wool. It was ages since his last drink and he was terribly hungry. His mother had been groaning and panting when she lay down, and now she was completely still, not making a sound. Some big, black birds were hopping nearer and nearer, watching with their dark, gleaming eyes. Then one rushed in and struck his mother’s nose, leaving a bleeding cut, but still she didn’t move. The lamb bleated loudly, struggled up on his wobbly legs and shook himself.

What should he do?

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Early that morning, Jill jumped out of her warm bed, pulled on some clothes, and rushed to the kitchen. She loved going out with her dad in the mornings, especially at lambing time. He was already outside getting the truck ready, so she pushed two slices of bread into the toaster and gulped down a glass of milk. It could be a long morning if there were any problems with the lambing ewes.

As they bumped over the frosty grass, Jill carefully scanned the paddock for any ewes standing on their own. That was a sure sign something was wrong, because she knew sheep usually stayed close together.

Then she spotted the little lamb standing by its mother.

"Dad, over there, under that tree, there’s a ewe down and she’s got a