Baby Thunder, a stately old Coopworth at ten years, is enjoying the fresh, green grass on the hillside. It may be cold and wet out there, but the sheep don't mind. They keep checking back inside the barn for their apple and corn treats. Some don't realize the gate is open yet, or think it might be some kind of illusion and won't go through. Week by week there will be more grass and I will have to buy less hay, thank the weather gods. Time to dance around the Maypole!
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BABY THUNDER!!!! I hear the stately bleat from here :) He's such a wise and noble fellow who always has time to hang with his "peeps".
HUGS to all
Kim and crew
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