This afternoon M came over and we put on our rainy cold weather gear, including, for me, my shiny new red boots, and hiked down to the farm to check out the sheep, hoping to find a few new-born lambs. Five enormous wooly sheep were sitting and standing in a cluster under some trees at the far end of the pasture while a light misty drizzle fell on us all. The spots on this drawing are authentic raindrops. The sheep in this pasture are NOT, it turns out, the mother sheep. These are not pregnant but are separated out because they need to be sheared. The lamb-bearing sheep are over near the white barn, inside of which we, unfortunately but understandably, are not allowed to go.
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