While out running a couple of errands tonight, we came across these little guys:
They were in a field all by themselves. My guess is that they were bummer lambs, bottle babies. They were oh, so adorable. Their sweet baby voices killed me, and I wanted so desperately to have a bottle of milk in my hands.
I miss opening my back door every morning to the sweet sound of… Maaaaaaaa. Someday, I hope to be greeted once again by the wonderful sights and sounds of farm life.