Four months will tell the tale, I suppose. The spotty-nosed virgin in the middle is Dawn. On the right is Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy is a wether. Or not. Mr. Darcy and Dawn were friendly this morning in the biblical sense. Ooops. Virgin no more. And upon inspection, it appears that
Mr. Darcy has parts he shouldn't, albeit well-concealed. So by early January 2006, I could have a lamb or two, or not. Mr. Darcy is here merely for his fleece, and good looks. The plan was to bring a studly ram from another farm to service my woolly girls. But you know what they say about all good plans...
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