"Maggie was too big for just one lamb," Aimee had said. Which sent me to the back of the north paddock to look around as soon as I got done with work yesterday.
And she was right. A dead white ewe-lamb, sister to the other that lived, was there on the ground between the two placentas, victim of being born in a pouring rainstorm with a shepherd who was at work, when he should have been at home shepherding.
Small-time sheep herding is not a full time farm animal job, not like dairy cows, or any large operation. But there's this one time of the year, see, when you have to be around, when you have to get out of bed at all hours, when you can't let it slip. And I let it slip.
I was only gone for four hours, but that was enough. But I have to work, and so does Aimee. Some occasions like this can't be avoided.
Today I'm not going to get trapped at work by all of the stupid stuff again. Most of it can be done as easily by email as it can in person. I'm going to get done with my class and come home.