The following pictures aren't pretty. But when a sheep has had enough, even a good sheep, will pout. Dramatically. When the last of the lambs were born during the night, which were Duckie and her twins, I helped with the first lamb. It was the black smirslet ram, so I was doing quite a bit of ooh-ing and aah-ing over him. Just like I had 14 times before. I guess Gracie had had it up to her sheepie ears with all the attention going to the cute little babies. I mean, hey she is cute too, and she is sweet, and nice and only sometimes gets rude if there are crackers involved. So into the barn she stomped. Straight past Duckie, the new lamb and me. Up to the corner of the barn she went, and flounced down with a heavy sigh---with her backside pointedly positioned in my direction. I think that pretty much says it all.Sorry Gracie, I'll try and give you more of the attention you need and crave. Oh, and cookies too.
Have a good week!