Painter Mary Rash recently told me that there are happy accidents during the creative process. Turns out that they happen in the barn yard as well. One such happy accident arrived just 2 weeks ago. I found him curled up next to his mother in the wooded lot when I went out in the morning. She had lost her first pregnancy and appeared to be un-bred, a pity as she is a lovely ewe with valuable genetics.
Now, a couple of weeks later, he's a bouncing baby boy. Our happy accident.