Except for when they are not. Yesterday morning we were woken at 5:15 am by the sound of sheep baa-ing outside our window—most unwelcomingly and unmelodiously—in the back of the house. They had staged an early morning jailbreak. Luckily they tend not to wander too far.
We took the hint and moved them to fresh ground, all the way in the front of the property by the street. These lambs dashed over this morning to join us at the end of the driveway as we waited for Terzo's bus. I have no idea why they thought it was so important to keep us company. Given this particular crew's capacity for mischief, I am surprised they didn't jump the fence and follow him on the bus, taking their cue from Mary's Little Lamb himself.
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