As usual, it’s been a while since my last post. But as I mentioned before, not a whole lot goes on around here during the winter. With spring comes lambing season, although mine began as somewhat of a surprise a couple weeks ago. No one looked even close and I wasn’t expecting lambs until… well, now. It hasn’t been the best. In fact, it goes down in my books as the worst. But, on the bright side… there’s these…
“We can dance if we want to! We can leave your friends behind. Cause your friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance, well they’re no friends of mine.”
When mom’s busy, your sister’s ear apparently acts as a fine pacifier.
I have some lambs with attitude this year. I call her Queen of All I See.
And this is Mr. I Think My Shit Don’t Stink. (But he is quite handsome. Just don’t tell him I said so.)
“Look, I can touch my ear with my toe and not tip over!”
“Who wants a ride in the rocking tub?”
My photographic efforts were being met with a bit of suspicion.
“Why is she laying on the ground with that thing stuck on her face?” “I don’t know, but I suggest we back away slowly… “
Trouble in the making.