This morning I left Poland, smuggling some leftover apple pancakes and pierogies in my backpack to share with friends back in Eastbourne. I couldn't find any food items on the list of forbidden items so I think it might have been legal, but I didn't ask at the security checkpoint. The guards are actually soldiers, or maybe in Poland they dress their security guards in camoflauge gear and give them guns just to intimidate tourists.
Madelein picked me up from the train station and we had a cup of tea at the cottage before I walked back to the farmhouse to unpack and prepare for dinner (I went out for a farewell dinner with six other girls as one of the girls is moving away from Eastbourne on Sunday). I noticed it was six o'clock and I saw Henry as I passed the barn so I asked if the orphans needed to be fed. A few minutes later Richard walked up and made an exaggerated gesture as though he were checking his watch. I laughed and said, "I know - it's six o'clock - I already offered to feed them." This second stay at the farm was more to have a chance to visit friends in the area, but I was happy to help on the farm whenever I could. Things were a lot quieter so Henry took care of the midnight and 6 a.m. feedings and I helped with the noon and 6 p.m. feedings whenever I was around.
I definitely had a fabulous time in Poland, but I was happy to be back on the farm. In the beginning I wasn't sure how long it would take to get past the novelty of being around the lambs, but I still haven't reached that point. They're all different, they're all cute, and there's something amazing about being surrounded by the miracle of new life. The six or seven orphans I left when I went to Poland had all been sold or fostered so I was greeted by four new hungry lambs.
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