A week ago a friend gave us a couple racks of lamb and told me how to cook it. Yum. It turned out wonderful. A few days later, Gil, of the roadwork crew, calls and says that he has found a real deal on some sheep and would we like some. You have to understand that Gil always finds these kinds of deals. He will buy something for a buck that is worth a hundred and then turn and sell it for a grand. Well, maybe that is exaggerating a bit, but you get the picture. So, when Gil says 'deal' my ears prick up and I agree to take 2 lambs. One to keep as a friend for Lacey and one to someday, maybe, if I don't get too attached, eat.
Today the lambs arrived and there are six! SIX! Apparently Eric also got called and he ordered 2 and then Pete from the ranch below ordered 2 as well. I suppose eventually we will have only 4. After six, four sounds like an only. What am I saying? I don't have a book on sheep, how will they survive? This is an inside joke in our family, because I am the book lady. I have lots of books on raising cattle, horses, donkeys, cowdogs, mules, chickens, etc. And I am always saying, " the book says.....", to which the men in this household roll their eyes. But I am feeling very vulnerable without a book on raising sheep with a whole flock sitting out in our dog kennel.Yes, our dog kennel. I didn't know where else to put them when they arrived. I didn't think it a good idea to let them all loose on the whole ranch. They might run off and they wouldn't last a week with all the wild critters out there wanting to eat them. I had originally envisioned a couple little sheep arriving that Lacey the lamb would warmly welcome and show them where she lives. And teach them how to sleep right along our fence close to the dogs to be safe at night. But she took one look at this group and ran into the fence trying to get away. She bloodied her nose even. I don't think she WANTED company! She doesn't even seem to know she's a sheep. And I was also told these sheep are deathly afraid of dogs. So, if I let them go they are going to run away and into big trouble. I needed a plan and quick.
Eric the Bold just arrived and took over. Key the dun da da daaa music, or something kingly. Wasn't that a margarine commercial? Whew. He and his dad got some old wood from the barn and some nails and a fence post driver and announced that soon we will have a sheep fold nestled along our back fence so that we can lock them up at night. So now I just think I need to get them used to this place by giving them food and water and smiling at them I think. Although, that might be a sign of aggression in sheep, I don't know, maybe I should curl my lip, or wave ...or... I give up. I really need a book.
This one is sad I think. It keeps crying. It must miss it's mommy. But it looks big enough to be a mommy. I just don't know.This one is a darlin'. Why are little things just so darn cute? I think this one is a keeper. It is little enough I should be able to really gentle it and make it think it is a dog or something and then Lacey might like it. But it needs a name. Any suggestions? Can sheep be trained to ride? Of course, just for children. I am way too big.