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Lindbergh’s been a bit of a surprise for me.

Because he’s a lamb I’m drawn to photograph again and again, you’ve probably met him on several occasions.

He looks a little different from the other lambs because he’s not pure Cormo– his mama, Willoughby, is a Cormo/Southdown cross. He has a brown-tipped nose, lovely amber eyes, and a stockier body than the other lambs, so he stands out from the crowd. He also seems to be a little braver than the others– instead of skittering away from the camera and back towards his mama, he stands his ground and stares right back.

 I guess I’m a little surprised because, usually, our favorite (and most photographed) lambs are the bottle babies– the ones who run up whenever they see you out in the pasture. But it’s good to get to know the sort of sheep you might otherwise not get to interact with all too much.

Most of all, though, I love his sense of humor:

 Although it isn’t as though he’s going around spoiling everybody’s pasture portrait sessions. When Blanca and Fresca noticed that someone who wasn’t them was getting a little extra attention, they ran right over, butted him out of the way, and broke up the party then and there!

I have a feeling that, with his bold personality and distinctive good looks, he’s going to grow up to be one of our very favorites.

Look out, y’all. We’ve got a lamb who’ll charm your socks off.

He’s the one standing in the foreground, swaggering up to the camera with a smug little smirk on his face.

Meet Clark.

When he was born, he was the tiniest little thing, and wasn’t getting too much from his mama (she preferred his jumbo-sized twin, Lewis). We supplemented him with a bottle for a while, but he learned pretty quickly to steal sips of milk from whichever ewe he could get close to!

These three ewes this morning were having a little dustup/shoving match, and, in the middle of it all– while they were distracted with shoving one another– Clark zoomed in from the sidelines to get some milk while the getting was good!

Anyone who was here this past weekend can attest to his charm– and his tenacity. See, we’re still bringing a bottle out to Aldrin three times a day. Clark, however, is sure that the bottle’s his.

Are you sure that’s not my bottle? There must have been some mistake!

and later, a little more pushy:

You gonna finish that, Aldrin?

I have a feeling that, with his particular combination of sweetness and toughness, Clark will grow up to be a grade-A criminal mastermind. Or maybe a shady politician. Or, anything he wants, really– he won’t quit until he gets it!

A few weeks ago, when I posted a picture of one of this year’s lambs, Dora, a few of you commented on how well she posed, and how much she looked like a model– she has poise, long limbs, and inherited her mother’s (Darcy) lovely face. I’m happy to report that her modelling career is showing no sign of slowing down! I was taking a few pictures the other evening, and want to show you all how gorgeous she is.

She can look askance.

And directly.

It had just misted a bit, and she’s really nailed the wet look.

But how do we know she’s really made it?

Her little brother, Lindbergh, runs up to photobomb her in the middle of her portrait session!

We’ve got a lamb who’s completely stolen all three of our hearts.

Meet Aldrin, the littlest and youngest of this year’s lambs.

Yesterday was his first day out in the pasture, and he made a fine day of it. We worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with his mama– and definitely not with all of the other lambs, who’re leaping like fish and running like devils– but he stuck it out admirably.

Snow, his mother, is a wonderful ewe. She protests loudly if he ever skips out of her sight, stomps her front hooves angrily if anyone– even Cini– walks between the two of them, and stands right by him, waiting impatiently, while he drinks his thrice-daily bottle.

Since we lost his sister, Armstrong, we’re keeping an extra-special watch over him, and making sure he gets lots of attention (and extra food). We spend so much time together, it’s no wonder we’re all so attached to him!

Likewise, it no wonder he’s so attached to us! He runs across the pasture as soon as he sees us, baaing all the way. Let me tell you, there’s no feeling in the world like being loved by such a sweet little lamb.