@farmerman,
That sounds exhausting. Do you have any help during all those births? I've never lived or worked on a farm, so forgive me if this is a stupid question, but are you able to keep the newly born lambs safe from predators? I don't know what I'm thinking, I can't imagine you have a facility that can house all the Ewes. I'm hopeless when it comes to visualizing how all the business gets done.
Skipping to another topic, a friend gave me a copy of "Mexico City Blues", when I was about 11. None of us understood the poetry, it just struck us funny. I can still remember part of one poem that began, ahem:
I caught a cold
from the sun
When they tore my heart out
At the top of the pyramids
O the ruttle tooty blooty
windowpoopies
of Fellahin Ack Ack
Town that russet noon
When priests dared
To lick their lips
Over my thumping meat
Heart
The other young girl who gave me the book said it belonged to her uncle who was a beatnik. None of the rest of us knew a real Beatnik, but Kerouac poetry persuaded us that these guys were fried. A grown up actually got a word 'windowpoopies' published in a book. We were too young to realize we were reading something of major import, sadly I guess I still am. I think it was called 13th Chorus. Our English teacher, Sister Ann Teresa never thought it was something she needed to introduce.