my days are punctuated with little tiny beings.
the comma of a new born who has lost its mother and moving her back towards the baby until they are reunited.
the exclamation point of the baby goat struggling to stand taking its first step.
the semi-colon of bottle feeding three baby sheep and a baby goat throughout the day.
the finality of a period–finding a wee one that has “expired” and removing it from the pen.
tomorrow we do it all again