I'm dating myself with that earworm!
Yesterday morning when I turned the sheep out, Bramble was the last to leave the fold. All the rest bellied up to the hay bag; she laid down and stretched her head out as if to take a nap. Odd – and with sheep, odd is a warning sign. So I went over to check her out. Of course then she popped up and acted as if nothing was wrong.
Bramble is my pretty poser – some of my best sheep photos are of her – and likely a freemartin. She has never settled, and her external anatomy differs a bit from my other ewes. Like the wethers, she will pay for herself in fleeces and friendliness unless and until a good fiber pet home opens up for her.
My presence in the sheep lot was duly noted, and sweet Sarai sought stroking more over sustenance.
I just love this! |
Que sera sera, from . . .
7 comments:
That fleece is fabulous! Shetlands have the greatest personality; I just love mine.
Don't you just love a sheepie face? My wether is like that. Such beautiful fleece! Here's hoping the next go around is the one that takes - what an amazing offspring that will be!
Wow! That is SOME FLEECE! :-D
I always loved that song (there, I dated MYSELF) but what I love best is that you kept Bramble despite her not settling!
When neither of my does settled last year, a neighboring Nigerian Dwarf breeder said a number of folks in her circle had poor breeding success last year as well. I reckon we're all hoping for better results this year. And I have to say, Sarai's fleece is absolutely mouth watering!
Beautiful....
Lovely photos and Oh... that fleece.
Hope Bramble is OK.
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