Another New Member to the Farm

     

Ok, so maybe one can have too many baby pictures … nope, I doubt it. Samuel was born mid-day Palm Sunday, and only Mark got to see him brand new. I missed out that Sunday. But the next Sunday, and Resurrection day no less, I got to be the first to meet a new little.

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Joseph and mama Rachel

I headed out to do my normal morning chores and on Sundays it is generally a quick job in order to get ready and off to church. Alas this morning we were almost late.

I thought I saw something strange in the pasture as Rachel was a little ways out and a hollering. Not normal. But the odd bit was that her legs looked brown. They aren’t. Now just the afternoon before I commented that she looked about to pop. Her udder was full and all looked ready for a baby. Turns out she was, as sometime well before 7am Sunday morning, she gave birth to Joseph.

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Exploring his brave new world

I hurried out to the pasture and got to meet another little boy. So sweet. Spent a bit of time with him and his mother. All looked very well. His cord was dry, and he was clean and dry. I’m thinking he was born a good bit before. I went hunting for any remnants and found the afterbirth in the sheep shed. The odd bit is that it was partially under the wall. Not sure how Rachel managed that.

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Joseph with his white spot

Needless to say, if there was a doubt, there is none as to who is his father. Just like Samuel they got their father’s color gene. Although they were darker when born and are fading some now, it is good to see it there. I will say that Joseph, to me, always looks like he is crying as he has that white spot between his right eye and nose. Always makes me think of a tear drop.

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Following mama around the pasture

Can you imagine finding a new lamb in the pasture on Resurrection morning? The day we celebrate that Christ, The Lamb of God, came to cover all our sins with his shed blood. But that wasn’t all. He was buried and rose again three days and nights later. Triumphing over the grave and death. No more need of the sacrifice of lambs. I must admit, I had a bit of communion with just myself the Lord before heading to get ready for church.

And although I did manage to get there before the service started, I was late enough for Mark to call and see if there was a problem. Then I had to tell everyone. Even those who really didn’t care. Too bad. They got my bubbly joy anyway.

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