“Spring showers… hmm, aye I suppose so..”, Griff spoke to himself as he glanced out the large double barn doors, seeing how the rain fell and turned the dirt courtyard of their farmstead into thick mud that oozed with slippery mischief.
However, the thing that did give off it was spring was not just the slightly warmer weather, meaning he could go back to his shirts and waistcoat -- sleeves rolled up and top buttons loose of course, -- but also the small little shivering woolen thing sitting upon his lap. This poor little orphan, unlucky to have lost her mother to something as simple as a ditch she could not get out of, it was lucky this little one was bleating up a storm so that the young farmer found her when he did.
Now they sat together on a stool in the barn, his waistcoat wrapped around it as he fed it from a bottle with a cork in the top, and in that cork was a slender pipe of elder to act as a straw for the lamb to be able to suckle easier. A good little trick taught to him by his father, who learned from his father and so on. The milk came from the lambs aunt, one of them anyways, one that had only one child while twins were expected, so there was plenty of milk to spare from her.
“Hopefully the weather will come soon, eh?”, the young man looked to the lamb who was feasting hungrily, before looking to Dusty, one of the large draught horses near by. The horse nickered and the farmer chuckled, “Too right.”
Up he stood once the lamb had finished her dinner, her belly nice and rounded like a hobbit after a trip to the tavern. Lowering her into the small little pen made for her and the other orphans, most of them sleeping now after their feasting, making sure they had plenty of hay and straw to keep them warm, as well as one of his own blankets from his bed!
Dusty nickered again, to which Griff quickly replied, “I told Ma I’d clean it up, she wouldn't’t be impressed if she had to. She barely let me take it out the house!” He chuckled as he made sure the pen was fastened, before resting his waistcoat over his shoulder.
Now the older orphans had been fed, time to go inside and feed the younger ones, and fashion them jackets to try and have them up for adoption, though he did not need to do that bloody job quite just yet...
