John found Cassie’s lost buckling this evening. He was only about 4 feet from the fence, but the woods has a thick undergrowth, and I must have missed him four or five times. He’s now back with his mama, filling his tummy.
I’m half tempted to name him, “Peter”, as he was a lost boy. Or, perhaps, “George”, as he was so curious as to leave the pasture.
Anyway, the day is much better now.