lambchop

The only thing left on my farm to-do list was holding a lamb. After watching the sheep for a few days, I’d decided I should probably take this item off the list – these guys didn’t seem any more willing to let me come close to them than any of the others I’ve seen along the way. I’d noticed that one little lamb didn’t even get up while all the others ran past to get away from us when we were chasing the pregnant ewe. Upon further inspection, we discovered that the lamb’s front legs weren’t working because of an infection it got when its mother bit its tail off. So…I got my wish to hold a lamb. Not under the best of circumstances, though - a few minutes later, Farmer Graham had to expedite the lamb’s trip to the Endless Green Pastures in the Sky.