A much-needed "fix"

The first of my three bred ewes lambed this morning, so I had to drive down to the sheepfold, crutch over and have a look. And once I was that close, I had to go in the barn to see Lance. To keep the ends of my borrowed crutches from getting too mucky, I hopped across the muddiest places on my good leg – probably not the sanest choice, but I was desperate. Lance came right over to the stall door when I called and seemed glad to see me in a "Hey, Mom; where have you been?" sort of way. Sweet whiskery nuzzles warmed my soul. Aaaaah….