I have often told folks that when we shear the lambs get quite confused. They can be standing right by their own mother and bawling, not recognizing her with a new haircut. I finally managed to get a picture of one of the sets of twins searching for mother among the fleeces. Al had shorn half a dozen sheep yesterday and had piled the fleeces along the porch of the stable so that I could go through them. I came out to gather eggs and noticed activity on the porch. I was thrilled to have a camera in my pocket and can finally document lambs searching. Little did they know that I'd already snatched up their mother's fleece and that a big chunk of it was in a pot of green dye.