Peekaboo ewes and bouncing babies

Laura was in my area briefly to look at a car today, and paid me a most welcome visit. We packed a lot into a short time – lunch, a proper-use-of-crutches lesson, a knitting consultation, and crutching Sarai and Marta. Let their lambs come now!

Watching her during Benny's late-night feeding, Sarai had me fooled into thinking she would lamb last night. Her udder isn't that big, but she is a first-timer so that isn't always indicative. Crossing my fingers for a EWE lamb from her on Monday, so I can name HER Baileys Irish Cream!

Later I turned Marta and Sarai out and took Benny his early-afternoon bottle.

For the first time since his second "resurrection," Benny wasn't that interested in eating. He'd suck awhile, then go check out Annabelle's options. Then he'd come back for a few swallows, but quit to bop around the pen. Up until now, Jet has been the playful one, but Benny sure had him beat this afternoon. I don't know if it was because he's finally getting some milk from mom or what, but watching his joie de vivre sure made my heart sing!

Happy-happy joy-joy, at . . .