A lot has been going on with little Cary lately. The Assimilation Process back into the flock during daytime has begun. (And for all of you have been wondering: of course I let her in the door that day she was staring at me through the screen. One, because you know I can't resist her little woolly face, and two, because the last time I didn't let her in immediately, she decided we were much too far apart, and she jumped right through the screen door to get to me. It's okay, though. Last week during our trip to a Big City, we went to a Giant Home Center Store and at the rolls of replacement screen display, I found one that guaranteed it was completely animal proof. Sold! Okay, so it showed a picture of a dog, but it was a big dog, and I figure it should be sheep-proof, too.)
But back to The Assimilation Process. Cary has been grazing for hours at a time out in the yard by herself. She has also been spending time with the flock/Professional Eat Up Crew in and around the farmyard. When they all meander down to the cool shade by the spring or out toward the front field, she follows along just like she should. But no matter where she is, as soon as she hears me calling out to her, she answers with the loudest "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" that she can muster. Then (just as all mothers and their lambs do) we call back and forth to one another until she catches sight of me and races as fast as she can into my outstretched arms. And although most people think that sheep say "Baaa," my little Cary really does say "Maaa!"
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