Kim and Socks are the most gentle of Maria’s sheep, she believes they have become close friends, and I have kidded her a bit about this, thinking it a projection. I should know better, it seems to be true. Every morning, while the other sheep are at the feeder eating hay, Kim and Socks slip away and come over to Maria, they each get a bit of alfalfa or bread, it is a sweet small ritual of the morning. I think there is a friendship there.