I smiled on Sunday until my cheeks hurt.
Sunday. Which I referred to as "baaaaa-thers day" instead of Father's Day.
For obvious reasons.
Our small flock of sheep came home at last. They are nervous (as sheep are wont to be), but settling in beautifully.
From left to right I'd like you to meet Glynda (formerly nicknamed "the witch", for her passionate protection of her offspring) and her baby; Nutmeg (the black sheep of the family); Popcorn and her baby; and a bottle lamb we added at the last moment, named Catkin.
The children's passion and love is little Catkin. Being a bottle lamb Catkin is fairly imprinted on humans and seems more brave than her older comrades.
And so begins the taming, with the help of a handful of dry corn.
Oh my, yes. This is going to be fun!