What awaited us was a strange and mystical scene in the pen. All our nine sheep, including Omkar the lamb that was born just two days earlier, were up and awake, clustered close to the new mother and looking on in solidarity and concern. We were allowed into the circle and silently joined the congregation.
There on the ground at Banu’s feet lay the new baby, not more than five minutes old and Banu was slowly, carefully, licking him clean. Oh, how weary she looked. She glanced up at us briefly and went back to her task. The baby lay still, full of the mystery of life. We stood by like the others, conveying that we were ready to offer help if required.