A sudden snowstorm had blown in during the night, blanketing the land with more than a foot of frigid white fluff. Early in the morning the farmer and his wife donned their warmest clothing and went out to check on the animals. It didn’t snow very often in that region, and when it did, it was light. As if that weren’t serious enough, it also happened to be lambing time, so they were concerned for their small flock of ewes.
The horses had found shelter under the trees. The cows had found shelter next to some hay bales. And the sheep? Were nowhere to be seen. But the field was dotted with a dozen or so snow mounds. They hadn’t even sought warmth from flocking together. Each had simply dropped to the ground where they were, to give birth, or simply to sleep.