‘Cavort’ as a noun
A week ago today Tabitha’s single ram lamb, #1436, arrived at the farm. It has been quiet since. Save a bit of cold and wet weather, the busiest part of lambing lasted just five days and went smoothly. The lambs are growing well and the flock has assumed the annual cadence of spring. The ewes become increasingly unsettled as lambing approaches, but now that their time has passed they spend the warm afternoons grazing the awakening fields. The little ones are more and more independent and band together to explore the far reaches of their pastures. The ewes are aware that the lambs are away but do not worry and know that the Anatolians are with them and ever watchful. One of our annual joys of spring has always been the sight of what we call a cavort of lambs. Joanna asked that I try to photograph one this year, and doing so has been no easy task. I’ve tried on a couple of occasions and came closest just the other day. So, inasmuch as a picture is worth a thousand words, I’ll let you define cavort, in this very particular context, for yourself.