Cloudy morning with some drizzle and cold wind from the north...ducking under the half pulled door, the barn is darkened and warmer...a single light in the sheepfold reveals the silouette of a ewe and lamb while my ear catches the soft murmerings of mother to babe. A bright, fiesty flash of brown and white...a large stripe down the face and a quizzical glance...welcome to the world, Mary.