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It was only a few short days before my sister's wedding.  I was all excited and could think of little else.  

Meanwhile, Mrs. Goose-Goose had decided to build a nest.  Mr. Goose-Goose doesn't really like me a whole lot to begin with, but he will usually tolerate me.  For whatever reason, he prefers my husband.  I'm the one that feeds the rascal!  (Incidentally, the hubs finds this totally hilarious.)  This makes no sense to me whatsoever, but these are the facts.  That goose can see my husband coming and will leave the pond and come flying up to him, honking and carrying on all happy and excited.  When he sees me however, he looks at me suspiciously and ruffles his feathers.  Most of the time that's as far as it goes. Today though, his mate was nesting.  

Lambs grow fast, or at least they should.  Most of the time lambs can be weaned anywhere from 60-120 days, depending on the circumstances.  Weigh all the lambs on the same day, and then adjust for their ages and a few other factors to calculate how each of your ewes is performing.  Textbook perfect, right?  Well...

I don't know why I didn't think of this before it was actually time to weigh the lambs, but we only have a bathroom scale.  In theory however, all you should need to do is: 
1.) Weigh the husband.
2.) Convince the husband to stand on the bathroom scale while holding the lamb.
3.) Subtract the weight of the husband from the weight of the husband plus the lamb.

Easy, right?  Um, not exactly.  

Bea is a bit of a drama queen.  She makes all kinds of noise about all kinds of things on any given day for any number of reasons.  She is a very proud huntress and especially loves to hunt skinks.  She will go into the woods and catch one and bring it back and howl by the door for us to come take notice of her prize and accept her gift to us.  Oftentimes the skink is still alive, and when she sees us, she howls all the louder and drops the skink and it skitters off.  She expects nothing less than high praise for her skill and prowess and generosity towards us as her favorite humans.  She is very vocal about it if she is hungry and we are late getting her breakfast.  She parades about the barnyard like a fashion model on a catwalk - just because she can.  Her personality lends itself to the dramatic.  Naturally therefore it only stands to reason that if she isn't feeling well she is likely to exhibit strange and theatrical symptoms.