“I just figured out this whole crunchy-eating thing, can I have a crunchy?”
Holly is very proud of herself for being so brave.
“Babies don’t eat crunchies, mamas eat all the crunchies! And the camera, I’ll take a bite of that, too!”
Unfortunately, she’ll have to be a little braver and a lot pushier to get past the older ewes.
“OK, can I have a crunchy now, while Mama’s busy chewing?”
“No, it’s MY turn! I’m older and taller, I will gobble up all the crunchies first!”
“Gee whiz, Auntie Duchess…”
Being taller wouldn’t hurt her any, either. It’s hard to get a treat to her without one of the bigger ones snatching it before she can reach.
“Hey, Mama’s going down to check on the group with that new ram, and everybody else is eating hay… can I have a crunchy really fast while no one’s looking?”
Who could say no to that pretty face? Holly and I take advantage of all the grown-ups being distracted by the hay so she can eat her treat in peace.
“OK, I had my crunchy. Now I’m satisfied and can go eat hay with my big brothers.”
I will savor the time before someone tells her that the only correct response to getting one crunchy treat is “can I have another crunchy treat?”