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This lamb isn't really a baby anymore, but he/she/it still sticks with mom. I couldn't get any closer than this. They tolerated my presence for about 30 seconds, then the whole flock took off running to the far end of the pasture.
I did my taxes yesterday and I'm still too tired to write a half-way intelligent post.
I've reached 1906 in the newspapers, and Jesse Frame is still living in Chicago, still working for the railroad (in fact he got a raise in pay) and still coming back to Hobart now and then to visit his mother and friends, but I'm not going to mention any of that lest you think I'm obsessed with this guy.
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