Matt and I were preparing dinner on Thursday, when we happened to look out the window.
“Huh. Are those lambs out?”
“Oh, yeah…two of them!”
So I went out to get them. Here’s where we have a full display of lamb personalities. Todd Chavez, Bobolink’s friendly and ebullient son, ran straight up to me.
His expression said, “Hi Person! We’re just hanging out here, outside, where we aren’t supposed to be. It’s really BadHorse’s fault, because he was out here first, but he jumped back in and now we’re just out here. Can I jump on you?”
About 20 feet away, Phoebe was staring at me with the utmost caution. She seemed to be saying “Todd SHUT UP! Don’t tell the human anything about us being out here!
So I started petting Todd, and Phoebe felt the need to come closer because she needed to be near other sheep. As soon as she was close enough, I grabbed her and pitched her back over the bars of the enclosure. Todd just watched, and when it was his turn he nibbled my face as I tossed him back, too.
For the third time this year, I lifted the metal enclosure bars onto the increasingly tall manure pile. You guys just say in there! Grass is a few weeks away, still.