Today Blaise, Bali and Barbados had a great time playing together; Benny and Jet were off grazing with their mom. I cut Benny down to three bottles a day last week, and it hasn't fazed him at all. He isn't a bottle-seeking missile any more; I can walk through the pasture without gaining an extra shadow. He'll be five weeks old on Wednesday; my ram Blake was orphaned at five weeks, and although I felt sorry for the lonesome lad, he did fine without any supplemental feeding (I tried; he wasn't interested). I'm nearing the end of the third bag of milk replacer; I'm thinking Benny's bottles will stop when the bag is empty. Oh, I'm sure he will cry and tug at my heartstrings, vocal thing that he is. But really, he isn't any more interested in people now than any of the other lambs; he's a well-adjusted young sheep! An extremely good-looking, fine-fleeced specimen, too, I might add . . . and no, I'm not biased. ;-)
I usually leave my lambs with their dams for several months, but I want to figure out a way to separate Benny and Jet from Annabelle sooner than that. She is so thin; the old gal needs all the calories she can consume for herself.
Meanwhile, flowers and leaves continue to bust out all over the place here. Lilacs are joining the pink flowering cherry in the floral parade;
the hostas are all up and the albino maple sport is leafing out.
That's it for today from . . .