More Conversations With Virgil
Setting out on our barefoot walk tonight he decided to follow my lead and walk in the grass next to our gravel driveway a departure from his usual straight up the center.
Apparently, he felt the need to explain by pointing at the driveway and proclaiming, "Owie, owie, rock." as he skipped off.
The sheep are full of beans tonight. They keep coming up on the back deck in groups of three then head butting and mounting. Mostly it's cute but there've been a few breath stealing moments where I thought for sure their horseplay (sheep play?) right near the stairs was going to send at least one tumbling down with a broken leg.
Oh and Brian's in Pensacola so stay tuned for tales of bodily fluids per the usual travel Murphy's Law mayhem.