Tears pricked my eyes as I handed the lamb off to it’s new owner and Elvis lyrics ran perversely through my head to the tune of In the Ghetto: “And the mammas cried…” Sucking in a fortifying breath, I bade farewell to this years’ bottle-baby. Catching her sweet little face between my hands even as she searched my fingers for milk, I kissed her nose one …
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