They’ve had another purpose, though. They’ve provided us a lot of joy. Jim especially.
For ten years, he’s hopped on his four wheeler at least once a day, usually twice, to check on the sheep. You know, they need a bit of grain to bring them in each night, and a flake of hay here and there. Or a LOT of hay during the winter.
Every year during lambing season, I’ve grabbed my trusty Pentax camera and headed down to the sheep field to cuddle the new babies and take pictures. It has been a ritual of ours.
This lambing season has resulted in some really sweet, docile lambs. This little guy kept wandering over to where I was sitting on a milk carton. I held him for the longest time.
What is that saying about “the eye is the mirror of the soul”… something like that…
When the babies are only a few weeks old, it is difficult to get pictures of just the babies without their mamas. These little guys didn’t seem to give a hoot, though. I think they were planning their escape.
Have you ever been fussed at by a sheep? I think I just was.
One of our first sheep was a bottle fed baby, Mary Ann. She would always greet us when we’d come down to the field. Ten year old MaryAnn didn’t survive the harsh winter, being the last of the original five sheep to die. This pretty white baby is MaryAnn’s grandlamb and has her grandewe’s personality. So sweet.
”Watch that crazy lady over there. Yea, the one sitting on the milk carton. She’s going to do something really nutso in about five minutes. She always does.”
This little guy had just been born moments earlier.
Have you picked up that I’ve been using the the past tense? We have decided to get out of the sheep business. We like to travel and that is difficult to do when you have farm animals.
Here is our biggest dilemma. Radar. We both love this dog. He is a guard dog. Having been bred for that purpose, he needs a job to do. If there are no sheep, there is no job. We are thinking the best thing for Radar is to let him stay with the sheep when they are sold. It is a hard decision to make.
Actually, the whole decision to sell the sheep has been a difficult one. I hope we aren’t making a mistake. This was supposed to be a fun post, and it turned into an emotional one for me. Oh dear. Maybe we aren’t ready to quit yet…