Baa Ram Ewe

During the summer we stayed at my Mom's childhood home, a large farm property with apple trees lining the driveway, tall grass in the field to run through, tonnes of trees to climb, and there were always animals around. This little lamb came from my uncles property across the street. It was only tied up at our place for maybe a day or two. I'm not sure what he was doing there or what happened to him. I don't remember eating veal...




I'm pretty sure this photo was staged and it was probably the last time Sarah and I held hands but doesn't it make a charming photo? I'm sure I either shoved her after the shutter clicked or put her in a headlock. Maybe I rubbed one of those buttercups on her face. Either way, I'm sure I got in trouble. Again.