I have an accidental, burgeoning collection of sheep. I posed them this evening in my new lightbox, because it sure seemed like the thing to do.
Hitching a ride. Optical illusion time: Is Little Lamb a free-loader, or adorably misguided and in need of our assistance?
The inevitable answer to all of this.
Little Lamb hopes this is cotton he's caught in and not the remains of Aunt Girdie.
Little Lamb embarrassingly becomes entangled in the art installation.
Alright, now I'm beginning to think he deserves what happens to him. Such incautiousness, Little Lamb.
Definitely deserves it.
Careful, Little Lamb. Exercise sufficient reverence in front of the Dead-Eyed Fisherman.