Poor Caldwell. His horns were growing so nicely. We fed him, his sister and babysitter Esther their morning nuts and flakes when all of a sudden Caldwell had only the one horn. He either knocked it on something or caught it in the fence. Lambs' horns are very delicate and can easily fall off. He's a unicorn now.
Connie and Caldwell are still thick as thieves. Connie is the one who's in charge, though.
I noticed while I was editing these pictures that Caldwell has a little heart-shaped marking on his knee. It's very cute.
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