Buh bye, black sheep

Oh, lambs. Today you take you final walk into the sunset. No more lounging in the shade. No more getting stuck in the chicken coop. No more ramming me in the back of the knees or stomping on my foot so hard I thought you broke my toe.

Let's remember how cute and little you were!

Slowly, you got a little less cute and a lot bigger.
 

And now you, the Ram (aka Testicles), drive me crazy! You're so big and ram me so hard. I wish you would just stop it! And when you stepped on my toe and it was bleeding and swelling, I called for your head on a platter! Well, by this weekend you will be in my freezer. I know it sounds morbid, but I don't care!
 

While I say all of this, we are planning on getting more sheep (ewes not rams!) so we can have our own little flock of sheep.

I will miss them and I do look forward to getting more sheep. I also hope that the lambs are as at peace about becoming kabobs as Robert is!