Puddin’-tane; A day in the life of a newborn lamb

I found him out in the pasture, just zonked from the great entrance in to the world the day before.  He’d found one of the horse trails that had a slight depression in to the ground, and was soaking up the sun, totally oblivious that I was there.

You could hear his heavy breathing and his sides heaved.  Every now and then a little lip would move up and down or a toe’d twitch.  Other than that it was complete silence and sweet dreams coming from little “Ford.”

So I decided to have a closer look at his little nose.  They’re so soft and small.  I’ve always loved noses on animals, nothing surpasses a foal’s whiskered muzzle but a lambs little button comes pretty close.

His hooves have hardened by now but they bring back the memory of a freshly born lamb’s hooves.  Soft as silk slippers and so fun to touch.

He just kept right on sleeping, hard as a rock.  Every now and then his mom would murmur to him hoping to rouse him up out of his slumber so I’d leave them all alone.  She was keeping her cool, though his little brother “Dodge” was wondering what was up.

“Hey man, mama says to get up!”

“Huh?  Humm? Wha…?  But why?”

A bunch of little mirror images they are.  I love how this mama, “Lou Ellen” (her friend’s call her Lou) passes on her cute blaze and nice face.  She also has some very striking eyes, marbled with vibrant blue.  She is Hubby’s favorite ewe.

Dodge says, “See ya later lady.  Thanks for the photoshoot.”

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