I was out working yesterday in a Bermuda hay field in Onslow Co. I heard something "bleating" behind me. I turned around and this little guy was making his way to me on a bee line. I'm thinking "It thinks I'm mama". It gets to about 15 feet from me, stops and realizes "That ain't mama!" It turns and starts to run but the grass is so tall and thick and it is so tiny that it has a very hard time making any headway. So, it goes about 10 feet and just plops down lying dead still. I'm guessing it couldn't be more than a few days old. Lucky for it that it encountered me rather than some kind of predator. I left it alone, because I'm sure mama was nearby. I hope it learned a valuable lesson from the experience.