We have some new names at Tyche’s Run.
When I went to pick up the Black Welsh sheep the other day, I got to meet the husband- the guy who’d been taking care of the flock for three years. The sheep were ready to go -- neatly corralled into a small pen by the driveway. First thing the guy said?
“You’ll probably want to cull those two,” pointing to the two littlest lambs, a dainty ewe and minuscule ram. I remembered the lamb stuck in the fence all alone the day I came to visit. His tiny black horns were now visible on the top of his pretty head. Not a ewe afterall. Regardless, I was happy to see him well.
I must have looked confused though.
“Of course, as the owner, you can do whatever you like, but…well, they were a surprise.”
“Dad got in with his daughters. So, anyways, you can cull them.”
I didn’t cull them.
I just brought them home and named them Jethro and Ellie Mae.
Apart from dad, the herdsire, (renamed Jed) and a gray-muzzled older ewe, Jethro and Ellie Mae are the only two I can reliably recognize. Maybe because they’re the smallest, or maybe because they have the biggest personalities.
To prove my point, I offer this video of Jethro calling his flock in for the night. He’s all of 4 weeks old. The video’s a little long (2 minutes), but there’s some awfully cute bouncing at the end. And I’m telling you, this is just a hint of what’s to come with this little guy, I can feel it.