Little Lamb

Yes, I know. Sheep, like us, are the result of evolution.
But I still like William Blake's words ...

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I'll tell thee;
Little lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a lamb,
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child;
I a child, and thee a Lamb,
We are called by His Name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!

from
Songs of Innocence & Experience, 1789

Other signs of spring today - more primroses out, in both garden and hedgerows, and I saw a female blackbird collecting nesting materials, too. Hope she's not too early. Even with today's sunshine it's still cold.