Robin, with his wooly face and big round eyes. He puts his face right in mine as if asking a question. But as soon as I move, even just the tiniest bit he back away.
He’s almost as big as Asher and Issachar and his wool is growing beautifully for the first time since his first shearing.
I often wonder what it was like, him growing up the only lamb on the farm. He seems to have adapted well.
He’s precious, but I hadn’t ever noticed that his markings make him look like he has two front bucktoothed teeth! Adds to his cuteness.
🙂
He wouldn’t even be here if not for you.
Yeah, probably Jill.