Wool you be mine?
May 13, 2021
2 minutes
Nestled under a heat lamp on the farm I was helping out at, a tiny little lamb was curled up in a ball.
‘What’s happened here?’ I said, asking the farmer why the newborn was alone.
‘The mother’s died,’ he explained.
‘I’m not sure he’ll make it.’
It was March this year and
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