Serious Gamboling

Over the past year, we've encountered plenty of sheep, needless to say, and it's not uncommon to drive slowly around and through a flock whilst out driving on the motorway, as seen in the pic. It's now the lambing season, our first, so we are enjoying seeing the newborn lambs in the countryside. They are so cute and cuddly, and put on weight so delightfully rapidly in order to grace the dinner table after just a few month's growth. Yummy. Clay and I are fans not only of the lambs, but also their chops. Estin and Mary, on the other hand, are fans of only the cute lambs and ewes. Mary deigns to cook lamb because we need to fatten up Clay X, the micro-baby, who devours lamb chops with extreme prejudice. As it happens, Clay's attachment toy is a little fuzzy lamb called "Lammy" or "Choppy" depending on how seriously you are taking things. I doubt that X has made the connection between the darling baby creatures he loves to watch gamboling with their mamas, the favored fuzzy toy that he playfully chews on now and then, and that lamb chop he is voraciously tearing into at dinner. But I have and I secretly find it quite funny.



Choppy and Mono (Estin's pal), sunning after a bath.