Here lamby, lamby

As I said, the lambs' halter-training is going well. The lambs are easy enough to catch in their little quarantine pen, but I do still have to CATCH them. They do not offer their sweet little heads for me to truss up in nylon. Both lambs will cautiously walk up to me and sniff my fingers to see if I have any goodies, but they don't stick around. Every morning now when I halter them to lead them out to their little pocket pasture, I scratch them where I hope they itch and tell them how good they are. Sometimes I sit with them in their pen and just talk to them; sometimes I catch one (Brava mostly) to hold and cuddle, hoping she will learn to love and seek out attention like my sweet Valentine does. So far, no dice. But at least their reticence gives me some photo opportunities.This photo gives a fair representation of their colors and a nice view of Braveheart's exemplary rear end and tail. The only things I can see to improve on this lamb (and I'm really reaching here!) would be to shrink his ears just a tad and set them slightly higher, and make his fleece as lustrous as Valentine's. I can hardly wait to see if he throws lambs as nice as he is!

That's it for now at . . .