They would do their air acrobatics then have a little drink, fly, and have a little drink, sometimes together.
Enjoyed an evening at Ironwood this past Saturday, as Rupert celebrated a birthday. The lambs have really grown, but are still just as sweet. Sadie was disappointed that she couldn't go, but Hazel was relieved that the little, hairy, black and white thing was not there.
A little black cloud has been following me around for the last few days. It drops dark thoughts, and I cannot run fast enough to leave it behind. Lots of little things, pile up, and the load becomes very heavy....and my thoughts become like my little humming birds, whirring and diving and humming.....but never soaring.