At the center of this fuzzy foto, you'll see the first lamb of the season. Of course! Last night was the coldest we've had so far ... water buckets were all frozen. They're ALWAYS born on the worst day possible. A thought: must be we're NOT going to have a blizzard in the next few days (elsewise, they would have waited for THAT.)
Mom and baby seem to be fine so I haven't yet moved them inside. On the day after Thanksgiving, my granddaughter told me she thought I'd be getting some new lambs soon. Guess she was right!
The gang isn't coming for our traditional visit during the winter break from school this year. I've been making all sorts of plans for how I would amuse myself without their company during that span of time. In reality, I'll probably be spending a lot of time in the barn, checking on my little ones out there.
Anybody got a good name for a new lamb?