Last week, after months of lamb bleating, er, pleading, we went and picked up 4 kittens for a couple of the lambs from a local dairy.
This morning as I was milking Belle, a lamb came up and asked, "Are these just plain pets or are we gonna eat 'em when they get bigger?"
"They probably won't have much meat on them," I answered.
With a tinge of disappointment in the lamb's voice, "I guess they'll just be plain ole pets then."
Not necessarily a disappointment to some of us.
P.S. The same little lamb inquired as to how we would skin the cats if we were going to eat them.
P.P.S. This lamb is not The Boy!