I've been sitting on these for a while.
No, not the lambs- although, except for the wriggling, I'd imagine they'd make pretty comfy cushions.
I took these pictures May 11...
but I felt like there was a bit of cute lamb overload on the blog back then.
Yes, each of those is linked to a different lamb post. Good grief.
The numbers haven't changed (that won't happen for a little while longer), but the cuteness sure has.
The lambs I drive by every day now are nearly as big as their mommas. (I normally Britishize the ewes, but 'mummas' seems strange.)
Sheep might have the greatest transformation of cute-ugly of any animal.
We were walking the dogs around a reservoir near our house and I knew there were some flocks in the neighboring fields, because I'd watched them last year, too. We were there not long before sunset this day, which meant we were treated to some frolicking!
These three cavorted like it was their day job!
I have said that I like watching the lambs frolic and gambol, which always leads to Paul making fun of me for talking like a grandpa. I'm sorry if 'play' just doesn't convey the same idea as 'frolic', 'gambol', and 'cavort' do!
The one with the spotty face was clearly as interested in me as I was in him!
Of course, my eye was taken by the lamb, but I couldn't resist the countryside, either!
There are twins there!
And a scratching.
Goodbye, cuteness overload.
Watching the lambs the past three springs/summers has been a highlight of living here- and I know that the sight of anything sheep will bring me right back to these memories!