Filberta (a.k.a. Filly) posed for a picture. The other lambs try to nibble on the camera, but Filly knows what to do.
A bit later, she tried to crawl under the chicken coop. Hazel, her mother, was not impressed.
Scott went into the barn to gather lambing supplies so we could do an inventory. All of the other sheep ran to the barn just in case he was getting food. Filly was not fooled. She sat in the pasture by herself, chewing her cud. (It's not that she doesn't love food; she's the loudest female baa-er at their morning mealtimes.)
Good news: We found nothing shocking or horrible in the storage room (yet...we still need to go through the towels and the heat lamps). Even though it's on the early side, Scott decided to do an udder check. Remember what I said about Macadamia during udder checks? (If you don't read the second paragraph here.)
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