As much as it pains me to have to say this, to risk losing any and all credibility I may have mustered up with you all, I can’t live with this lie any longer.
Before we had children, we dabbled a tiny bit in animal husbandry. We were young and foolish, and having no kids, had nothing but time on our hands. Or at least it seems so from this vantage point.
I realize that the ‘novel’ part of our story is that we can dive head-first into “new” adventures, write about them, photograph them, and it’s as if you’re along for the exciting ride, minus the manure-caked shoes. I understand this, I exploit this. And I’m ashamed to say that this is not our first go-around with sheep. Despite anything I’ve said thus far about “new” this and “first-time” that, it’s time to come clean and say that we’ve had sheep before, in 2003. A pair of them.
There. I’ve said it. Can you forgive me for being less than honest? Or am I now nothing short of a sham like Sam?
I hope to see you back here tomorrow, if you can overlook this omission. If not, it was a good ride.
P.S. April 5th my calendar says today. Damn. Four days late with this post. Pardon the delay – got these lambs. No, not these. (above) The other ones. (below)