Remember this cute, sweet little lamb?
Well, she's still cute and sweet, but not so little any more. That little girl who would take 2 ounces of milk at a sitting, about once every 2 hours, now takes 2 full bottles a day. They are the pop bottle size - 20 oz or so. She'd take more, but we are trying to wean her a little bit. She gets a bottle each morning and evening.
She spends much of her day outside. She's not terribly interested in the other sheep, but she will put up with them. She'd rather be with us. She loves to eat weeds....
...and help entertain the ducks and chickens...
...and eat my ornamental dogwood. Thanks Marshmallow.
"What? You mean you didn't plant this just for me?"
She comes running like the wind when I do my own personal "baaaa" impressions, so apparently I have learned to speak sheep, even if I don't know what I'm saying.
She still sleeps in the house in our bedroom, in the dog's bed, which he lets her use. We left her out with the sheep for one day and she cried pitifully the whole time and lost her voice. Seriously, she was hoarse for 2 whole days afterwards, and Kelly started calling her our baby pterodactyl because she sounded like a raspy little bird. Poor girl.
So instead, she is spoiled rotten and she jumps into the bed every morning for her cuddle time, once she can see that I'm awake. Yes, I indulge her. Really, what did you expect?