It was March and still very cold when the first of the mama sheep gave birth. The farmer said I could come visit her in the barn that morning. What an experience that was! The lambs were only hours old, the mama softly bleating to warn me if I came too close. The other pregnant ewes were all watching me intently, their bellies swollen. The light was soft and beautiful. The whole scene had a spiritual quality to it. I didn't want to leave.