I have to admire your hardiness.
It was minus 22 degrees out yesterday. And windy. Probably the coldest day of the winter so far.
If I were you I'd have waited until the first balmy days of spring. Or timed it for last week when we had a mild spell.
But you arrived yesterday, a tiny wet bundle of newborn lamb, shivering under the timbers of the lean-to, next to your mother. Wobbling on tiny legs, your tail wiggliing furiously when you found milk - the sign we look for to assure ourselves you have found nourishment.
The first lamb of 2010.