No Reservations

Edmund and Charlie, our two bottle babies, have been outside in the barn for awhile now, which seems to be going pretty well.  They're starting to nibble at hay with the other sheep and love to run amok with their fellow lambs.  The only difference comes when the other lambs go to nurse off their mothers and suddenly the bottle babies realize that they, too, are hungry.

And like most kids too busy playing to stop, they wait until they're starving.  Or at least, what they believe is starving.  And then it's not just a matter of needing a bottle, but they need a bottle right NOW.  This very instant, if not sooner. 

And if they decide that the silly bottle-bearing humans aren't moving fast enough, or maybe haven't been as instantly receptive to their pathetic wails as they had hoped, they have devised a solution.

Simply wiggle under the gate and come bleat at the kitchen door.  That'll get some attention.

And I have to say, it pretty much works. 

Thank goodness they don't have thumbs to undo the door latch, or we'd really be in trouble.