~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
The lamb mommas weren't as trusting, but had no choice. They impatiently bleated loudly back and forth for the few moments that my girls held them. An observation, we were surprised the goats were much softer than the baby lambs.
Lilly wanted to name the goats, "That's a girl, I'm naming her Ice Cream". Ceci thought they should be Chocolate and Vanilla. The little black lambs need names. Euly picked Midnight and Ceci is having a hard time coming up with its twin's name. (Ebony is taken for one of the horses). Any suggestions?
The brown and white set were named Cutie Pie and Floppy Guy (his ears flop and she is pretty cute!).
It rained on our visit, but the girls didn't mind playing in the rain with these sweet summer babies.
We later learned her name is Cinnamon.
She seems to enjoy the cuddle as much as Euly does.
I believe this is Midnight, bleating away, the twins look basically the same.
This sweet sheep Annie was born last year to a mom too young who didn't produce milk, and needed to be bottled fed by Miss Betty. She grew up in and around the yard, making friends with the dogs, well now, actually believing she is a dog. She has no fear, and has too much curiosity for her own good. It's good that Gromit is gentle, he just wanted to make friends with her.
We worry about how Sheila would treat Annie. She is sheep dog, for heaven's sake.
My dogs are loving this experience of farm life.
This little peacock baby has a misshapen foot. Miss Betty has tried different techniques and splints to straighten it, but none have worked yet. It's a happy little guy, whistles all the time. I'm sure he will manage fine under her care. I spy a green feather and a fancy plume starting to emerge.
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