Just finished reading Sheepish (very good) by Catherine Friend and at the start of one chapter describing raising sheep she referenced a quote from Cullen Hightower, "We experience moments absolutely free from worry. These brief respites are called panic."
Little Maisie is a tough little lambie. Having never raised a young'un this tiny, I overestimated what she should eat and gave her a tummy ache. I think we've got her headed back the right direction, but I had one of those glorious days free from worry today.
However, the sun came out nice and warm this afternoon and I bundled her up and we ventured out for a few minutes.
"The light is too bright. Something's blowing in my ears. Why are we out here?"
I sheltered her away from the sun and mild breeze and carried her up to the barn. The sheep were all out back so we just hung out in front of the Wool House. It didn't take but a couple minutes and she wanted down.
"What is this stuff?"
Staying close by.
But setting her sights on down the road I think.
Getting more comfortable.
She loves Iris and Tilly. Both dogs have made it exceptionally clear they are not babysitting any more lambs thank you very much.
And that gate ain't gonna be stoppin' her for quite a while ;-).
Saint Tim came up with the name Maisie. As in The Amazing Maisie. I think it suits her.