...was the one who needed to be taken care of. I said it all along, until that last sheep mama had birthed her lambs, I wouldn't count my blessings. She rejected one last year too, and had trouble attaching to the other one. Sadly, I was right. She didn't want this little mister, so he is now our only lamb who needs bottle feeding (last year we had four, so it's an improvement, anyway). The little sweetie needs a lot of love, and we're taking good care of him.
Meet Stewart! (Mr. Payne aka the barbarian, calls him Lamb Stew, sheesh!)