The lambs graduated Monday. Here Moe tries to climb the Smokehouse apple tree in the orchard. Is he telling me he's ready to move on? They boarded a shiney aluminum cattle trailer behind a new Mack truck.
Now I have to muck out the shed, put away the fence extension, give away the sheep feed that was left, and spread out the hay.
As much as I anthropomorphized Meeney, Miney, and Moe, I should examine what I was projecting.
I notice that often I attributed to them negative motives--getting a cheap break on feed, looking for an easy escape, etc. It occurs to me that I was just using them for an easy laugh.
The exact opposite could have been the case. Baaing might be telling me not to feed them, that I gave them too much already and gave them a tummy ache. Constant pushing at the fence might have been hints to tighten up security.
Anyway, they were good guys. I got a lot from them. Apologies to anyone who was disturbed by their baaing. They deserve a new, happy chapter in their lives.
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