Shot of trees bending in wind, horse into frame 2
8 ft


Cow and calf chewing feed
10 ft


Horse gallops across frame
12 ft


Horse up to gate, opens it 15, rides thru out of frame
18 ft


LS of sheep in open paddock, rain on hills behind
20 ft


LS of man on horse in rain
21 ft


CU horseman
23 1/2 ft


Lamb standing hunched up in front of mother
25 1/2 ft


Another lamb feeding
28 ft


Wind blowing in trees
30 ft


More lambs standing round, with mothers
32 ft


Lambs moving towards gate wit dog moving round behind them
36 ft


Front shot sheep and lambs through gate
40 1/2 ft


Wind blowing in tree
41 ft


Horseman pushes last of sheep through gate
45 1/2 ft


Sheep in shelter of trees
47 1/2 ft


Lamb rushing to its mother, towards camera
50 ft


Horseman, Rex, horse
51 1/2 ft


Tilt down from lambs to waif at 54, man in 56 1/2, picks up lamb, puts to shoulder, out of frame 62
63 ft


Man over to horse takes reins 69, throws lamb over saddle 70, mounts 74 rides out of frame
76 ft


Man past camera, lamb under arm out of frame
81 ft


LS homestead
83 ft


Girl with lambs (5 lambs 3 grown sheep)
85 1/2 ft


Man rides up, holds up lamb at 89
91 ft


Girl drops bottle walks over takes lamb at 95 1/2 walks away
97 1/2 ft


Two lambs at bottle
101 ft


LS more lambs at another bottle, girl into frame 102, takes one of the bottles and starts feeding lamb
106 ft


CU lamb, girl and bottle
110 ft



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Background: It was a bleak day on the New England Tablelands. An icy wind howled down from the mountain and with it came sleet and rain... It was bleak New England day.

The calendar said it was spring.... and it had been a day earlier... Then winter, as if reluctant to surrender, made her last determined stand... Even the farmer had been fooled... And now, all his flocks, even his ewes and lambs were grazing on open paddocks of improved pasture. They had to be moved to the warmth of timbered hills, or many of them would die.

More rain was coming, perhaps snow, and already the lambs were chilled and miserable.

The young lambs hung behind... many of them had become separated from their mothers. Some, perhaps abandoned. Even in the shelter of the timber it would take more than an hour for them to mate up again... and where's nothing that man can do but wait patiently and watch the flock.....

All but one found its mother and there was no answer to its pitiful bleats....
It must be taken to the homestead, where it will become a pet. This way a life will be saved. The lamb itself is of thoroughbred parents and is worth from ten to fifteen guineas. Later when it has grown up, it will be turned out again with the ordinary flocks.

A mother's tantrums are only one of the dangers in these flocks... More real are the dingoes, the foxes, and the cables.. which can take a grim toll of their defenceless pray...

Back at the homestead which overlooks the lambing paddocks, it's feeding time. And already there are five waifs to be fed at least four times a day... Another will make no difference.

There's no surprise. There are no protests... for this is part of life on the farm... Many times before she's nursed a lamb until it's well again... and as gluttonous as its brothers.

Its first meal... and it's hungary.... a life has been saved.

All but one found its mother and there was no answer to its pitiful bleats....
It must be taken to the homestead, where it will become a pet. This way a life will be saved. The lamb itself is of thoroughbred parents and is worth from ten to fifteen guineas. Later when it has grown up, it will be turned out again with the ordinary flocks.