and if you believe they put a lamb on the moon

A lambly lamb-lamb.

Lambely doodah, lambely day.

A la la lamb lah.

I have got lambs on my brain.

And in my hands.

They’re still not too sure what kind of odd sheep I am. I hardly ever go “baaaah” and I have no fur and I don’t go around and poop everywhere.

But I’ll win them over.

Meanwhile, Mads isn’t the only one who is jealous.

Magnethe misses me too, even though I’m just behind a thin wooden board. This time I did make sure to go in and spend time with the goats first. Just to reassure them that they are still Plume’s Number One Love. But I don’t think goats have a very evolved sense of sharing. They want it all for themselves. That doesn’t make me love them less though. Quite the contrary.

But let me rave a little more about the lambs anyway.

People kept coming by to see them. A dad lifted his boy down so he could stand there. It’s always sweet how little kids love the animals.

Seeing eye to eye.

That is Fregne’s boy. He sat down in the corner there, next to the bucket. With the hay high around him. I had to lift my camera way up high to even spot him. He’s going to be awesome at playing hide and seek, you can just tell.

Although all the shining cuteness makes it hard to hide for long.

It’s still kind of hard to tell them apart. I think Fregne’s boy is a bit darker around the nose and ears. One of the girls are smaller than the others. Kurt called her Mini, but that was just a spur of the moment nickname. They are not named yet. Kurt said that he tried to bottle feed Mini with some growth hormone extra supplement doodahmajiggery but she wouldn’t have none of that. No bottle for her. A mind of her own.

Oh and one of them has a little spot of dark hair on the tummy. How cute. You can see it here. I’m not sure if it’s the boy or one of the girls. We should call it Spotty or something like that. Only the spot is going to disappear when it grows. At first I thought it was a chalk spot or something, maybe to tell them apart. I don’t recall seeing a white lamb with black spots before. Heeh.

Okay. Maybe I have gotten them all out of my system now. I will try to restrain myself when it comes to posting lamb pictures from now on. I make no promises though. You know me.

Tomorrow: lamb videos. I said I’d restrain myself with the pictures. Not the videos. Plus, boring, serious stuff. Maybe.

I’m afraid I’m going to have to devote another entry to the fabulous foursome.

Little lovelies.

I love how they always bunch up close, the triplets.

Does that not look like the comfiest sleeping position ever? Wedged in between two lamb siblings. I bet you can’t get softer than that.

I sat with them for quite a long time today. Just trying to let them get used to me. Every now and then they’d come up to me. Sniff my shoes. My hands. Sometimes I’d lean over and look at them and they’d come over close to my face.

“What kind of lamb are you, all big and no fur?!”. Aw. Hehe. Too bad the picture is blurry.

Mads was still not too pleased that my attention was diverted.

Sometimes it almost looked like he was trying to squeeze through that hole.

But don’t worry, I got him good.

Bodil came by to see the new lambs. She laughed at Mads too. It’s not fair that those crummy lambs get all the attention, she said. Hehe.

Crummy little things.

Not cute at all. I certainly don’t like them!

Oh well, maybe a little. Kurt said that Fregne’s boy didn’t mind being picked up. So I picked him up. And sat with him for a while. So sweet and soft. There’s really nothing better than animals. Anyone who has social phobia or depression or other psychological maladies ought to go and sit down with a bunch of lambs. I swear, it’s impossible not to feel better. Unless you’re made of stone. Maybe that is why I love the playground so much, it continually reminds me that I am not made of stone. Which is quite a good thing I reckon.

The first week of TMU is done. And well done, I should say. I’m feeling fairly positive about the whole thing. Apart from the mornings. I hate the mornings. The buzzing of the alarm. The first thoughts that enter into my head are usually “oh no” followed by either “I hate my life” or “I want to die” or some combination thereof. But once I manage to convince myself that I have to leave the bed then it gets better. That is really my ambition with life. To wake up and not hate that the day. That’s what I want. Not a fancy job or a lot of money or a bunch of friends or a hot supermodel wife. Hmm. No, not even that. Just to wake up and feel okay. That’s what I want.

Tomorrow I’ll probably spend a bloody long time with the lambs again. And come home with more pictures. And maybe videos too. And then on Sunday I’ll try to write the long and boring TMU entry. Sorry, long and SERIOUS. Not boring. Haha. (Uh oh, how can I distract them!?). Hey, look over there, it’s a lamb *points*!

Phew, that was a close one!