No, it’s not some new, esoteric form of carnivorous culinaria. Rather, I wanted – needed – to cuddle one of the darling cotton ball creatures ambling along on the hillsides since I stepped out of Auckland proper on my lucky visit there:
When winds are soft,
And the days are warm and clear,
Just like a gentle lamb,
Then spring is here.” Author Unknown
Spring in New Zealand is so beautiful! If the people have charmed, the natural beauty has enchanted. Yes, the hills are green, and pastoral, and forested…with conifers, tree ferns, gum trees, wild flowers, some rolling pastures with hedgerows crisscrossing in the distance…and the ever-present and expected sheep! And little lambs! I just gotta get my mitts on one. I must hold one! They trot down the hills like little rocking horses, the epitome of darlingness.
After longingly ogling these living toys that dot the hillsides, we visited a farm with several requisite sheep. We were there merely as a lunch stop, but I immediately begged…er…I mean, asked permission to climb over the fence and enter the paddock. As we were trying to cop a feel of one of the somewhat elusive adult sheep, my attention was drawn by the baaaa-ing of a little lamb! She was bee-lining for me, pink ears waving, bleating persistently and making her presence known. She twitched and wagged her tail as I pet her and scratched her affectionately and, yes, she calmly allowed me to scoop her up into my arms. Oh.My Goodness! See exhibit A: a picture of a very happy Gina. I think it’s called bliss. A truly gentle, innocent little babe. Her momma sheep even came over to investigate and gave her approval. Yep, I would say I got my mitts on one.
Footnote: It’s shearing season, as is evidenced by the flocks of naked sheep. It seems so undignified for them to be on display like that. Worse still are the fully frocked flocks in the neighboring fields, flaunting their intact fleece.
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All photos by Gina Stark, except for the ones OF her