Sad and Creepy.

The lambs are still in the field up the lane, although the uninitiated probably wouldn’t know they were lambs. They’re big and heavy now, all except one little guy who I’ve seen several evenings in succession standing alone near the gate. He stares at it as though he’s waiting for something. And when I lean on the gate, he stares at me. There’s an air of sadness about him, but when he holds me with that fixed, unblinking gaze, it’s almost eerie.