Counting Sheep

 

The best thing about Derbyshire (pronounced darb-i-shur), not including its ties to Pride and Prejudice, is that even when you’re only 20 minutes out of the city, you can experience the stereotypical English countryside.

I’m lucky to work at a college that teaches Agriculture students, which means my workplace is basically a giant farm. There’s plenty to say about this, but I want to focus on one of the best parts: the sheep.

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Recently, lambing took place where a bunch of itty bitty babies were born

In the evening, as I leave work, I hear a chorus of cries that sound like human babies, coming from the lambs… and then being cut off by much deeper complaints from their mothers. Which results in more cries… and more complaints.

For 4 weeks or so, students were working on the farm until 3 AM, helping these sheep give birth. They would come to class, exhausted, running on 3 hours of sleep, and then have to do it again later. It takes a special kind of person to be able to work in Agriculture.

Being in the farm office, I got to hear many a conversation about stillborn lambs, placentas, ‘reaching up there’, and the sheep who died giving birth. It’s definitely a world I’ve never been a part of.

If you want to see videos of the (suspicious-of-you) sheep and playful lambs, check out my insta @iamsheenalp.

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