Llambert: Making Do

Oh, I prefer my ladies long-legged, long-necked, and hairy like me, but sometimes, you have to make do with what you have.

So I learned to like those short-legged, big-bellied ewes. They were more hospitable than the horses and less flighty than the chickens.

The sheep, like me, enjoyed spending the afternoon dozing and ruminating.

Within days, I was following them to the pasture to graze. Being an attentive guy, I watched for any strange dogs -- or strange people -- who might threaten us. I became their protector... except at feeding time.

When the farm owner filled the feeders with hay, I pushed them out of my way, gently, of course.

Size has its advantages.

For months, that was our routine. But on one spring morning, things changed. It was lambing season.