June 25th, 2009


I guess it wasn't meant to be

We went out to check on the animals this morning.  The first night is always the most difficult.  Alas, the little baby sheep didn't survive the night.  There's no way to know what happened.  There's no sign of injury to the lambs; they appear to have passed away quietly.

The mother is standing over her children, bleating at them.  The father is standing in the doorway, just staring outside.  We're gonna leave the babies there for a little while longer so the mother can grieve and get some closure.