[...] while my brother slept, I spent more time shivering in the barn each night with Dad, watching and listening for the signs, the ewe that didn't push in to eat like usual, the one that hung back, the one that seemed uncomfortable, shifting around on her hooves, raising and lowering her head. The wires were cold; they seared bare skin, and my fingers jerked back as soon as the scrap of baling wire gave.\n My fingers worked down and up the shoulder twice before I got far enough back to find the rubbery little elbow and circle it with my thumb and forefinger.
Lambing Midwife Valerie Due River Teeth; Spring 2010; 11, 2; Docstoc pg. 15 Reproduced with permission
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