They came, they took and they left the little lamb that was next to the solitary sheep.
We retrieved from the brambles, drove and returned it to its flock.
I stink of sheep poop and I'm not sure how she's going to fare.
She tottered towards the fence after me after I put her down... P had to tell me that she'll be fine and telling stories of driving in the car. I'm not so sure! Her little face was heartbreaking.
And there, Ladies and Gents, is the reason I don't keep livestock, or eat lamb for that matter.
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