Saturday, March 9, 2013

Welcome Spring

When I walked into the barn and saw the patch of bright, white fur, I knew it was a lamb.

For the ewes are wearing coats stained and dirtied from six months of fall and winter.

The ram lamb was dry, warm and dozing.

The ewe, a first-time mom, stomped at me.

All was right with the world.

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