Meet Snowball and Midnight.
They lost their mama at birth but not their appetite. I would bottle feed them 4 times a day. Midnight was born with a cleft palate. He loved being with me. He'd jump into my lap every chance he could. After a week or two of living in the house with us they were able to join the herd. Sadly, Midnight didn't make it. But I wanted you to see his face. Some may have thought it ugly but I always thought he looked beautiful. In the end, farming has its good days and its not so good days. You take them as they come and make the best of them. One thing I will never regret about farming is the gift of life. We are expecting baby lambs and kids any week now. We will care for them as God cares for us. And even when they are gone, their memory will linger forever.