Every good story needs a beginning, middle, and end.
Here’s the story of two bottle lambs that live on pasture with their moms, but get a bottle from me twice a day. (I tried embedding the videos in the blog post, but blogger went bonkers, so the best I can do is provide the links. Gaack.)
This weekend I leave for my annual writing retreat with 9 other writers on a tiny island in Rainy Lake, between MN and Canada. I say ‘annual,’ but I missed last year, and the year before, so I’m really ready to ‘retreat’ this year. I wish a week of calm reflection for all of you as July races by.
Melissa will be in charge of the farm.
Hope she can handle it. 🙂