Tree Climber

Baaxter had a stressful day yesterday, nearly dying from starvation and neglect as he was left with lots of company, a big field of grass and yummy weeds, a shady fan cooled barn with hay, water and some (quickly gobbled down) lamb chow while I was gone for several hours to the wool mill yesterday.  

I immediately tried to revive and rehydrate him with his miniature baba as soon as I got home, but I knew it was going to be touch and go ;-).  I peeked out on him and the boys a couple times throughout the afternoon and all was well, but as the sun was starting to set last night I saw the three boys and no Baaxter.

Baaxter grew up with me as his mom.  It took him several days of staring in amazement at the new boys out eating grass in the middle of the field during the middle of the day before he'd finally join them.  We always grazed in the shade!  Mad dogs and Englishmen...

This is where I found him.

Comby, doing a little tree climbing, too.

Speaking of cats, as I peeked in on the boys for a late barn check last night, there was Betsy, sleeping next to them in the hay.  She loves her lambies :-). 

I'll leave the Calling All Bottle Lamb comments open until 6:00 tonight and then draw for a winner.  The top stories so far have been Litter Trained Lila, Blossom and the Cot, Maisie Goes To (and Leaves) Church and Maisie Destroys Her Halloween Costume.  Any other good ones we've forgotten?