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I’m starting to transition Annabelle to spending some time in the goat yard because she’s two months old and she weighs 30 pounds. I think it might look weird when she weighs 150 pounds and is still sleeping on her blankie on the porch and drinking a bottle, so as much as I want her to be a little lambkin forever, I have to teach her that she is a sheep.
The other sheep might need to be taught that she’s a sheep, too.
The Miss Jacobs: “What is that thing?”
Annabelle tries to make friends.
But then she starts frolicking.
And they are having none of it.
And so she runs here.
And she runs there.
And she leaps.
And she lands.
She stops for a second to think of what to do next.
Then she runs some more.
And leaps some more.
And discovers that she can fly.
Then she’s all tuckered and she cries at the gate until I let her come back to the porch so she can drink her bottle and snuggle down on her blankie……
…..because she’s really just a wee lamb, after all.
