Munson-in-film exists only at arm’s length or closer; there shall exist no shots of him from any real distance from the camera because once your presence is detected, he’s at your side in a flash. Steady, true Munson. He’s a dear. 95% of his time is spent as a sheep, with the sheep on pasture, learning to graze. In the slim 5% margin left, he’s at our side – drinking from the bottle, assisting Daddio in his garage workshop, climbing the trailers with the kids, or poking through the garden with Momma. We’re so glad he’s here, despite his sad entry into our home. But now that he is, we’ve integrated him nicely into the workings of the farm, and we’ve discovered some interesting possibilities as well. We’re a 4-H family now, gleefully, and we’ve just received our book of entry possibilities for the summer fair. One entry in particular has gotten our attention: The Class U Sheep Costume Class, which involves adorning a sheep in a costume. I know I haven’t properly represented our collective love for creative costumes in this blog space, save for our yearly cowboy/square dance attire at the Sugar Maple Music Fest, so you’ll have to take my word for it when I say that we get into making costumes in a big way. That we can apply that creativity to a sheep and then parade it around the show ring at the county fair? Oh. Can’t tell you how it’s begun to capture our imagination. Can’t even begin. Stay tuned to this one, folks. The outcome is quite promising.