Lambing lessons

It's lambing time up in the hills.

And as each spring it happens, some sheep don't make it. Every year it reminds me of my privilege to be a human mother and to live in a country with a decent medical system because up in the hills here, picking up some carcasses is a simple fact of life. A math lesson, almost, to keep track of percentages.

As a human, I didn't have to face that. Not in that sort of a percentage, anyway.

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