A Grim Discovery and A Deep Reflection

It was after dark when we returned to the farm from where we had borrowed two lambs for the church’s Easter petting zoo. The farmer had requested we return them to the pen in which they kept the other “Bummers”—lambs who had been rejected by their mothers and required more attention than the others in the flock. My daughter and her friends had named the 5-day old ewe “Lilly”, the slightly older ram had been dubbed “Willie”.

 

By headlight I a...