Snapshot: Life on Coggeshall Farm

Life after tragedy goes on, as it has always done.

Photography by Angel Tucker

She came with the rainstorm. The sky darkened, a ewe bellowed a guttural bleat and, fifteen minutes later, the little lamb was born. But she could not nurse. Her breathing was labored and her mother refused to clean her. So Casey Duckett, executive director of Coggeshall Farm Museum in Bristol, did as his eighteenth-century forbearers would do: He tried to save her. “I was up almost all night with her, giving her emergency colostrum with a bottle,” he says. The next day, the lamb hadn’t improved. Coggeshall’s associate director, Eleanor Langham, kept her warm by the hearth while Duckett tended to the chores. Sheep and cows were let out to graze. A school group came to visit. Mid-afternoon, Duckett buzzed around Langham and her charge, preparing stew and apple pie over the hearth. In the end, the nameless lamb knew three days of peace on Earth. Then she was gone and life on the tenement farm went on, as it has always done.