I went up to the farm early in the morning to see if I could get a peek at the lambs. That wasn't hard-there were about 20 in the first pasture, a big maternity ward and lamb nursery. If you stood there long enough, one might be born right before you.
I wish I had a soundtrack of all the bleating, baaing, snoring, noisy nursing. I don't think they are entirely sure about who belongs to whom. A lot of searching, calling, nudging. Are you my mom?
Some don't really care... just a patch of sun and grass are already enough. Or a warm place in the center of the flock. Bound to be an available mommy somewhere in there.
Others are paying attention though. Hello, can I help you?
And then I saw this...how long did I look and not see?
Finally heard the growling rumble among the baaing.
Clearly, I wasn't enough to worry over. Not considering jumping over that fence.
Back to counting sheep
and a few cows.
My own lil lamb comes home tomorrow from college for the summer. So can't wait to have that precious little one back in the flock. I won't have any trouble picking her out of the crowd at the airport. There will be some baaing and bleating, but that one's mine. The one with all the luggage. xoC