Mary had four little lambs.

At least once a week I have a ‘I LOVE you, minivan!’ moment.  It usually comes with a sigh of relief, after having been able to cram something big, bulky, or unlikely within its generous confines.  Last week, that moment came on the heels of tucking in our four newly-weaned ewe lambs into a bed of straw nestled in the back of our van.  It was exhilarating.  It was hilarious.  It was a bit nerve-wracking, as we embarked on our journey as sheep farmers. Because it really is official now, I think.  We. Are. Farmers.

We expected the long drive home to be filled with anxious sheep baaing.  We expected them to be scared, confused, missing their moms, and we braced ourselves for a stressful night.  But they were perfectly silent for the entire ride, except for the single “Maaaaaaaaaaa” that was perfectly timed during a phone call to spread the good news.  I daresay they like us and may even be excited to be on a new adventure!

The cold, drizzly day turned into a cold, drizzly evening as we worked in the bone-chilling rain to set up the portable electric fence and carry each lamb in a giant bear-hug to their new temporary pasture.  They now happily live in the fenced area formerly known as the Middle Garden, where they spend their days munching contentedly on the various greens sprung up in two years of neglect.  We spent all weekend fawning over them – watching from the windows of the house, feeding them decadent grain, cornering them in the garden for some meet-and-greet cuddle time.  And we decided on their names, which I shall reveal on Tuesday.

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9 Responses to “Mary had four little lambs.”

  1. Lily says:

    so wonderful! congratulations on taking a big leap!

  2. Kris says:

    Congratulations on your new adventure! What type of sheep are they?

  3. Kris says:

    Congratulations on your new adventure! What type of sheep are they? Border Leicester? Corriedale?

  4. Jenn A says:

    This cracked me up! I sent the picture to my hubbie who is still peeved at me for putting a bale of straw in the trunk of the Civic recently.

    I assume these sheep are not for food since they’ll have names…?

    • Nope – not going to eat these lovelies, but I can’t wait to shear them and start spinning and dyeing that soft, fine wool. They are a French Merino breed. Hee hee – that van is a utility vehicle from now on, at least until we get a truck.

  5. Nancy says:

    ER-hem, it is Wednesday. Names please. Will they be French?

    What a wonderful memory for you and your family to have. You will not be without stories to share, ever. :-)

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