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.