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.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
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So sweet--I just love it! Thanks for posting.
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