Cots

Surprisingly this is not a post about Buddy, Woolliam or Rebecca Boone (Cotswolds). Nope, it's about another kind of cots.



They're what all the stylish lambs are sleeping on.

I can't help myself. I thought her sleeping up there was so funny that I've left the old cot in there for her.



And the first thing I do every time I walk up to the barn is peek around the corner and see where she's sleeping. On the cot. Look at her 'widdle' sleepy ears :-).



"Was that a camera click? Are you gonna give me a baba?"

No, Blossom, you're a big girl now and are almost done with all those babas. (Again, I can't help myself and still give her a small, watered down bottle in the morning and before bed ;-).



"No baba, eh?

Nope.

"Ohh-kay."



What are you going to do when you get so big you fall through that bed, Blossom?



"Maybe 20 could hook me up with a Serta mattress!"

Oh brother...