One man and his lamb

Me and a lamb I’d just fed, at Featherdown Farm. He actually properly licked my face. And not two minutes later the farmer was chatting to us (I mean the group of humans who had fed the lamb, not me and the lamb) about taking them to slaughter. No time for sentimentality on a farm.

One man and his lamb

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