For chapter 20, I was desperately looking for some sort of competition Jane’s four suitors could get themselves involved in to impress Jane. I had nothing! Then one day when I was driving home from Williamsburg (Colonial WIlliamsburg) I happened to pass a field of, as Delphie would call them, baby lambs… only, just like in my story they were hardly “babies” anymore. It hit me then and there: Lamb lifting.
I took photos to refer to.
Check out the “mean” lamb.