If you read this you may be wondering what is up with the lambs after that fateful week.
They are inching toward normalcy.
Their wool is growing back onto healthy fresh pink skin.
They are naughty, though, and managed to get the lid off the metal grain bin and glut themselves last night.
This flock of four is testing our patience at times. Recently one got caught in the flimsy fencing we use to split up the larger pasture, got all tangled and rolled up in the mesh, and had to be rescued.
But all in all, things are getting back to routine. And the refrains of Sheep May Safely Graze sometimes lingers in my head in the evening when their backs are lit by the last rays of sun and the grass glows vibrant and green all around them.