Uncle Alec always has a flock of sheep that lamb in the spring. Today he gave Felicity, Felix, and I lambs to raise! We each got to choose one.
Felicity chose a healthy female lamb, Felix chose the biggest-as usual, and I chose the littlest lamb. Nobody wanted the one I chose because it was frail and thin, but I felt sorry for it, hence why I chose it. I'm not sure what to call it, so I'll call it Baby for now. Felicity named hers Corabeth, and Felix named his Sir Robin Hood, or just Rob for short. It is really fun feeding them bottles and seeing them guzzle up every drop of milk. Their little tails flick as they drink; it's so cute to watch!
They'll grow up to be big, friendly sheep for the fair this fall.
March 29th, 1908
It is interesting to see why the Bible compares us to sheep.
Now that the lambs have gotten older, their personalities are starting to show. Sir Robin Hood has had a bit too much freedom because the pen Felix built for him wasn't sturdy enough to keep him in, so he escaped all the time, and has turned into a little rebel. Also, he is very noisy and impatient for his milk. He bleats all the time and it drives everybody crazy.
Corabeth can be pushy, though she is friendly. However, she isn't very bright or smart. Whenever we take our lambs out to graze, Corabeth doesn't follow Felicity like she should- she goes in her own direction. Yesterday, Felicity spent the whole afternoon looking for her lost sheep. She found it hidden behind some shrubbery just before darkness settled in.
Baby, on the other hand, is the complete opposite of Rob and Corabeth. She is very obedient and patient, and quite smart, too, because she comes when she's called. Even though she's still the smallest of the three lambs, she is the friendliest and sweetest of them all.
It makes me think, when I compare the three, how we people are so much like them in a way.
Sir Robin Hood is a rebel and won't come when you call him. So many people won't listen to God's call and they turn away from him, pretending they didn't hear His voice.
Rob is very noisy. It makes me think, how noisy and annoying I must be to God when I complain of the little things in life; I then realize how patient He is with me, so I thank Him for His long-suffering and goodness towards me when I don't deserve it.
Corabeth strays away from home, but Felicity goes out to find it. And when she does, she brings it back to the barn and tells Felix and I where she found it. She is relieved, because there are lots of coyotes around to eat poor Corabeth. How glad I am that God searches for lost sinners, and He rejoices when we are back in His fold. So many dangers lurk around, I am glad that I'm a child of God, His rod and staff comfort me.
Then there's Baby. The good, obedient sheep who listens to her owner. She gets treats often because she always listens to me. So God will reward His children that obey His commands and follow in His footsteps.
It is getting late, and I don't want Aunt Hetty chiding me, so goodnight!
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