College-bound Ventuleth has what it takes to succeed

April Ventuleth strides confidently through the small barn. As she does, lambs and goats look her way and begin to bleat.

“They’re hungry, I feed them,” she says, quickly measuring out a small can of food and pouring it into a trough. A lamb bumps against her.

“This is my lamb, Sherlock. I have to walk him and he doesn’t like it.” She touches his soft face with its big brown eyes. He nuzzles her hand.

She talks to the lamb, soothing it, then reaches into a worn wooden box and pulls out a green halter and leash.

April slips the halter over Sherlock’s velvet ears and tugs him into a gentle walk....