Though the winter lambs are now close to surpassing their mothers’ weights, some are still trying to nurse when they can sneak a drink. The cute is off the lamb.
And for those keeping track, today is the halfway point in my yearlong chronicle of the farm. The change seems enormous since the first of January — I’m starting to feel less like a pretender — but I wonder how naive today’s me will look in retrospect at the end of the year. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with my stories so far.