Oil on Canvas. Ah Lambert! Abandoned by his mother, he spent the first few days of his life in a box by my bed demanding 4 hourly feeds. He never quite got the hang of being a sheep, didn't get the flock thing. Sadly I found him dead in the paddock one day. There'd been a storm and he was probably struck by lightning. The foreground hands are giving him things he liked, the background ones are returning that which he lost.