Robin is almost as big as his mother Laurie. They still graze together and he tries to nurse every once in a while, but she’s pretty much done with it and he eats grass and drinks water like all the others.

He’s going to be big, his tail and testicles were banded and are gone. Maria is drooling over the wool he’ll produce for yarn. It’s always fascinating for me to see the moments when a lamb becomes a sheep. Robin is there.