When I go into the pasture, they still come up to me.
Which can be cute and endearing, unless I'm trying to move them. A foot stomp moves most sheep away from me. With these two, it takes a shove.
And, I've got to watch my back. Sometimes, the twins forget that they are adults now, and that pawing me with front hooves hurts.
But when they approach, I'll still scratch their faces and behind their ears. On cold mornings, I'll still bury my fingers in their woolly coats. In these moments, they still are my little lambs.