|Yaeger: I will follow you anywhere.|
Don't try to resist his cuteness, or his hoarse little baa. One nibble on your pants leg and you'll be hooked. And here is his best buddy, Yanichel.
|Yanichel: Are you a wolf?|
Yan could really care less what you think of her. She had a rough start in life, but she hung on against the odds. She is a wild thing, and she's pretty sure I'm just a predator.
Mixing formula, cleaning bottles, and listening for quiet little cries in the night sure has brought back memories. They even wear a diaper while they spend the night in a large dog crate. It has been far too cold and snowy for two tiny creatures like this to stay outside without a momma to keep them warm. I wish blogs had Scent-O-Vision, because it's impossible to explain the clean straw/wool/baby smell of their fuzzy noggins when you smooch the top of their head.
When you approach them with a bottle their little tails wiggle so fast they blur...the phrase "two shakes of a lamb's tail" suddenly has meaning for me! Yaeger thinks the milk comes from me, not the bottle, so he happily nibbles any handy part of me until I insert the bottle into his mouth. Yan doesn't think it's worth letting me touch her to get milk. I have to be fast: grab lamb, insert bottle, and hold her head still until she decides the warm, sweet milk is too good to resist. Aren't all bottle-fed lambs supposed to be snuggly? Oh well. She does like a good scratch on her back.
I have a hard time imagining the grown ewe and (most shocking) ram they will become. Until them, I'll soak up every little baa and every woolly scent of our own Easter lambs.