Just when I thought I was safe...

and over my desire to add more animals to the farm, I received an invitation from one of the women in my spinning (fiber, not bike) group to head out to her farm and see the new lambs.  Over the previous several weeks, her ewes had given birth to over 60 lambs – most of them twins or triplets.  I thought I was prepared for their cuteness.  I was not.

 The first batch was housed in the unheated portion of the barn and were all being cared for by their respective mothers, i.e., feeding well.  I was first greeted by the youngest of Sandy’s Great Pyrenees rolling onto her back for some belly rubs.  Then we walked outside into the 60-acre pasture to say hi to the other 2 guard dogs, as well as the proud father and 4-5 ewes that followed him around like a small harem. 

We returned to the barn and Sandy was pointing out the various type of sheep – she has a mix of Katahdin, Ile de France, and I think some Rambouillet.  She might have had a Friesian in there as well.  This group of sheep and lambs were a bit stand-offish.  Whenever we moved toward them, you had to make sure you were standing off to the side because they would rush past us as a flock to another safe corner of the barn.

The second batch of lambs was housed in the heated portion of the barn with only 10 or so ewes.  These were the bottle-fed lambs – those whose mothers wanted nothing to do with suckling babies.  I walked in through the door and was instantly rushed by 5 little bundles of wool.  That’s when I melted. 


Made worse when Sandy handed me a couple of bottles and told me to feed them.  I’m astounded that I was able to resist the urge to bundle them all into my car and bring them home.  So what if I don’t have a barn yet?  What’s a few more animals in the house?  I mean really, how do you resist that face?