Along Wattle Avenue To Lambkin Street

Dominion, Volume 31, Issue 278, 20 August 1938, Page 9 (Supplement)

Along Wattle Avenue To Lambkin Street

DEAR Leaguers,— AU together, three cheers for holidays! Hip, hip, HURRAH! Letters lately are full of exciting secrets —holiday plans and holiday wishes. Even William Weatherman caught the spirit and ordered mellow sunshine with just a few teasing spring rains. Mailbag brims over with happiness at all the holiday letters pushing and jostling to be let out and opened to spread their cheery news. I counted twelve letters telling of lambs, one morning, before I decided. I really must be off to greet these little spring messengers myself. All the world was golden—the sunshine and the molten sea and. the wattle. Thousands and thousands of tiny golden puffs on wattle trees all along the road! When they dipped and curtsied in the wind, yellow pollen-powder floated off the puffs in tiny clouds of gold-dust. On and on through avenues of wattle till we came to paddocks where the leaves on the trees were new and the grass was new green, and best of all, the lambs were new. Soft, cuddly little fellows they look, with their white coats still spotless. Country members will know that the woolly wee fellows are not so soft when they are picked up—bony knees and hard black hoofs knead and kick at the air, and you, too!

Placid mother sheep kept a watchful, eye on their little ones in nearly every paddock beside the road. At a farm I met some orphan lambs and helped feed them; spoilt little fellows, they enjoyed butting the person behind the feeding bottle. When I left, two of them followed me to the gate and stood bleating, and. like Oliver Twist, asking for more. Lambs —and. other things, tumble out of mailbag; laughing clowns and merry-go-rounds and gay stories for “Carnival Time," our special page next week. Entries close on Wednesday, so roll up, tumble up, everyone Happy holidays. T\