You may think...

I admire the boundless energy of lambs. Really I do. Even when they use their energy to frolic past me while I'm trying to bring them food. Even when they run out of the gates of their pen, and take off into the desert. Even when- after escaping they decide to take their mother with them. I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Allie, I'm 17 years old and live in the middle of the desert, oh, and I happen to have a hopeless passion for Ag (agriculture). Especially sheep, and Llamas, and calves, and oh I give up, just about everything really. You may think that there isn't any Ag in the desert, but really, you'd be surprised. And well that's me, and this is me, this is my life, my world, my dreams, and my Ag. So anyway, that's how I spent my evening. Dragging my loving, loyal, kind dog- who coincidentally loves to chase and "play" with the lambs, into the house. Coaxing the lambs back into their pen-and then, when that didn't work herding them. Convincing their mother, our family Ewe Begonia, to follow them into the pen, and then making absolutely sure that the gates were shut nicely behind me. I admire the boundless energy of lambs, but really, why can't they share?