Sometimes Zelda, newly shorn, will call out to one of the lambs – Jake was nearby – and the lamb will answer her. She sniffs him carefully, looking for the smell she still recognizes. Jake’s mom Socks comes rushing up and calls him away. Zelda is making her crossing, she is out grazing, sitting in the pole barn looking for shade. She is searching less and less. I am sorry for this loss, I know she would have been a great mother, and her lamb would have been an amazing creature, just as she is.

Zelda, for now, is not so vigilant, not guarding the flock as much. She will return to it.