Rose was aware of Bartleby, for sure. She smelled him, heard him, sensed him. When she went into the pasture this morning, she made a beeline up to the Pole Barn and went right to him to check him out. They stared at each other for a bit, and Bartleby’s mom walked in between them, but Rose lose interest in the lamb quickly. She seemed to just want to know what he looked like. Rose usually ignores lambs, never tries to herd them.