Gotta say there’s NOTHING like visiting my sister, shepherdess extraordinaire. She decided a few years ago to buy a sheep or two and off she went — building hutches, fences and water troughs, scratching limbs, studying every conceivable aspect of shepherding, scheduling and completing regular health and med checks, naming each one in a thoughtful manner (take a look at Crosby and Nash!), keeping the hay stocked and whatever else livestock require, AND growing her own veggies.
And yes, she’s up to 35 sheep now.
Mind you I can do none of these things, and by none, I mean not even the tiniest smithereen of sheep care. I am, however, great at giving each one a big smile multiple times daily. I think they like it.
NOTE: We have no prejudice toward the color of any sheep or person shown in this collection. We do, however, have sweet memories of the song. You’ll notice that our sheep come in delightfully assorted colors.
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Inherited a flock myself from a neighbor up the road when he got too old to tend to them. Found them much easier to handle than the cows, but never turned my back on the ram again after he saw that I was preoccupied and caught me from behind! I believe that he broke my hand but I never did get it checked out and it finally healed without any lasting issues. I also had a rather large flock, about 50 and found that I was not too adept at shearing and my aching back dreaded that task so I eventually parted ways with them, but your photos bring back some good memories, particularly spring lambing. On that note, you might recall that Jeanne and I were Duke “Goatwatchers”, although we sadly never had a kid born while we were on duty! Anyway, assuming this is your sister, Lisa, please give her my best, perhaps she may remember me.
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She absolutely remembers you! And the egg you carved! Looking forward to more sheep stories.
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