We’re introducing Robin to the wider world. Each afternoon, he gets to go in the bigger stall, the old horse stall. There’s more room to wander, more things to explore.
And the donkeys and the sheep can come up to the gate from the Pole Barn and everybody can sniff one another and get used to each other.
By doing this, we’ll make sure nobody mistakes him for an alien animal or a danger. When we release Laurie and Robin in a few weeks, they’ll all be familiar with each other.
In this larger space, Robin dances and hops around like a lamb. Fun to watch.
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The Lamb
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Little Lamb I’ll tell thee,
Little Lamb I’ll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
I see the Blue Eye is watching Robin and her mom, too!