It’s late right now,

About 2 in the morn.

They call me again,

More babies being born.

It’s cold outside,

The needle’s dipping low.

36 degrees,

It’s time for me to go.

I hop out of bed,

My husband’s in a worry.

Honey, it’s cold outside,

Don’t be in such a hurry.

I have to go,

I quickly say.

It’s baby time,

Let me just check

Dont worry I won’t stay.

I huff on my overalls

And put on two coats.

I pack up my camera

and haul my med tote.

I hop in the ranger

And zip down the road.

Dang, it is truly

A frigid night cold.

I turn on the lights

And to my surprise

It looks like there’s no new babies,

At least until sunrise.

I check on the critters

The girls and the boys.

They all seem quite sleepy

I try not to make noise.

The new mamas starting nursing,

Each suckling kid.

I pull out my camera

And take off the lid.

These moments at nightfall,

When everyone’s asleep,

I can’t help but love

My goats and my sheep.

I decide to say goodnight

And turn off the barn light.

I am happy to know,

All my loves are alright.

 

A poem I wrote about visiting my lambing and kidding barn at 2:00 am to make sure there are no new babies that have dropped due to cold temperatures that are to happen tonight and snow tomorrow.

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