Mr. Peabody started as a rejected lamb, and quickly became my shadow; I bottle-fed him every four hours, around the clock, for weeks. His personality was as big as his bleat. He is vivacious, friendly, and always charging toward me at mealtime. Because he had a predictable habit of relieving himself immediately after every bottle, I’d wait with him in the cold or rain, chanting, "Hurry up, pee-boy!" Over time, that nickname evolved into the much more distinguished Mr. Peabody.  Out of the whole flock, he has the biggest personality, and so cute and still very friendly.