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.