Took the family to the fair last week, it's become a tradition. And yes, we pretty much go for the food. Sigh.
Sadly, here is an example of what happens when a group of young sheep hang out together too much, unsupervised and directionless; they go baaad.
Ewe talking to me??
yeah, I've got your number, "fluffy"....
Dad's the fun one. Nobody wants to walk with mommy anymore.
But, it's all fun and games- until somebody gets hurt...then they come running to me...
-this is part 1 of our day at the fair, see part 2 *here*