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.”
He paused.
“Dad got in with his
daughters. So, anyways, you can cull them.”
Oh.
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.
Boy, he takes his 'job' very seriously, doesn't he? Even with bouncing... You are right - he's going to be a handlful. Those little guys tend to have a LOT of personality.
ReplyDeleteI gotta say he sure *seems* to know what he's doing! And couldn't be cuter while doing it. You'll have quite the story to tell about the first time you saw him when he's a big strapping fella in about two years. I sure am glad you have given all of them a wonderful home. Lucky fleece-balls, they are!
ReplyDeleteDitto what CSL wrote!
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