You remember these guys. Well, maybe you don't, b/c I can remember their names half the time. I call this one Earnest George, he's very headstrong and definitely the boss.
And this one I still call Ringo, even though he's been renamed by my daughter. But she has been out of town and since I am doing her chores I can call them whatever I want. So there.
They're just not sure they trust me on this fine day, BUT I have the pellets: the yummy, crunchy, tasty, even the sheep want these pellets.
So they conquer their fear of humans and dig right in. I worry about my fingers momentarily but then realize these guys are all lips and only very small nibbly-size teeth.
They quickly pull back if you move too suddenly or try to whisper sweet nothings in their ear. They are just here for the food!
"Although that camera looks mighty tasty, maybe I'll just get a closer look. "
"Did you know that someone has begun making yarn from the high-micron fiber of my wool? They actually haven't had it tested, but I'm sure it will get high marks, coming from me, Earnest George. "
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