Hurrying out to see what was going on, we arrived in time to see a ewe in the very late stages of labour. There was a lot of frenzied bleating, and then a baby lamb popped out into the straw!
I turned to see what Wilson had made of The Miracle of Birth, but he had collapsed onto the floor in a dead faint.
I made him as comfortable as I could, and the shepherd kindly ran off to the café to bring him some water and see if he could find any ants in the yard.
As W began to come round, he started humming Broken, Beat and Scarred from Metallica's Death Magnetic album. This was the very music his Mum, Mrs Vermilingua, had played as Wilson's Birthing Music. Also, his Conceiving music, as it happens — she only had two records, and Death Magnetic was her favourite.
This makes me think that W is experiencing some sort of Rebirthing Trauma.
I hope I don't have to take him to see his psychiatrist again — he's quite expensive.
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