Return to normal

This summer has been a long haul. I'd like to make a list of all the troubles, just so I can look back in years to come and say, See, I really have gotten better at this farm gig. 

But it's embarrassing to never have anything positive to say. So here's a positive post.

After five long weeks, Bumblebee has returned to her flock.

Smile.

She is skinny.

And naked.

But I knew the time had come when she kept scooting under the bottom rail of the corral pen at the pony barn to get to the better grass on the other side.

This morning I plucked the last of the loose fleece off her skinny little ribs (located just above and in front of her fat little tummy) and threw her and Cricket in the back of the car.

Though they willingly allow me to put halters on them, any request to walk pretty quickly results in dead lamb syndrome, i.e., full body flat out on the ground.

Hence, the car.

I drove them around to the sheep barn, opened up the gate, and  let them at it.

Well, coaxed them out anyhow.

Their brothers and sisters checked them out. Zephyr the alpaca checked them out. Then everybody went on their way and they spent some quality time wandering around the pasture nibbling on the grass. Eventually, I put them inside the barn to avoid a sunburn on Bumblebee's pink skin. She's got some fuzzy wool all around, but not much.

Now she just needs to be a regular lamb.

And maybe grow a little.

That would be nice.