I doubt I ever would have picked up knitting needles after a 30-year hiatus – forget about learning to spin my own yarn – had I not gotten Shetland sheep. My Ravelry name, "sheepmademedoit," says it all . . . and yet it doesn't. My little flock has done so much more than lead me down the fiber-arts rabbit hole; my sheep feed my soul in ways no other creature can.
This morning when I carried hay out to the pasture, Bree made it clear she wanted some attention. So I sat down, and soon had all but Vienna asking for their share. Rick spotted our lovefest, and grabbed my camera where I had left it in the barn.
Eventually I persuaded him to hand over the camera so no one would get hurt. ;-) To my surprise he lingered in the pasture, and soon he had a little fan club of his own.
I'm still plying away on my Tour de Fleece project, but it is good to remember how all this started. It is good to be (and have) a shepherd.
That's it for now from . . .
11 comments:
Wonderful pictures!!
Great photos of all of you.
Wonderful; it's simply wonderful being a shepherd.
Ahh, Great pics Michelle, nice to see the shepherdess and her lovely flock and Rick enjoying them aside from the doctoring parts.
Very sweet! That is why scaling back is so hard for me, I have some real sweethearts. Rationally I know I have to do it, but emotionally it is very difficult.
And that is why I could not raise sheep. They would all become permanent pets!
Oh, these are the sweetest, warmest pictures. How great to feel the love from the flock!
I think that Shetlands and Icelandics are alot alike - very affectionate (and small...)
Okay, don't laugh. I'm so happy you posted your Rav name, because I have loved it forever! And I love these photos, too!
Melinda, it's so good to see you and Rick so relaxed and happy with your sheep. This post made me smile!
Aww - the epitome of sweetness. :-) T.
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