No, not keeping up with the Kardashians or the Kaimanawas, but rather Rosie, Ruby, Pip and Pepper, Struan Farm's pet lambs. They are now out and about running with the mob, around various paddocks on the property. I'm trying to stay in touch with them every few days so that they remain somewhat domesticated, but (between us) it's a slippery slope.
What I find is that some days certain individuals might choose to acknowledge me, but this changes from day to day. No one comes running when I call anymore, they're past that. I suspect it's like high school, they're worried about what the other lambs might think, being seen with mum.
They all do let me walk up and give them pats. Sometimes somewhat grudgingly (okay Karen, if you really need to give me a scratch...). And they pretty much stick together as a group, still.
While I'd like them to keep remembering me as mum, I've done my job--it's good to see them healthy, fat and happy, munching away in the paddocks at Struan Farm.
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