Darryl and Rose, gathering at their afternoon enclave. Tea time.
Darryl has another week or so before being shipped back to Vermont (no,  I will not keep him as a pal for Rose) and other than bs’ing with Rose every day, I haven’t seem much lambing activity, if you know what I mean. We’ll see in July. I’m curious to see how Rose reacts to sheep when her buddy departs.
  She’ll get over it.