My moms are unbelievably stoic and patient with their lambs. The young ones love to use their mothers as cushions to stand and lie on, or just snuggle up against. Who can blame them with all that lovely wool to cozy up to.
I keep this journal as a record of my adventures on the farm, my hopes and dreams, failures and successes, for anyone who might want to take the leap, as I did, six years ago.
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