The girl sheep, that is.
Wednesday night, I kind of felt like I needed to throw a bachelorette party. After a few months of searching, and through the help of a 4-H friend we finally found suitable husband material for the sheep. Being the old-fashioned girl that I am, I've been referring to this little rendevous as taking the sheep to get married.
Thursday morning, bright and early (and with a vomitting child to boot!) one of Dan's wonderful customers and farmer-friends showed up with his trailer and helped us load up the sheep to take them off to a breeder a few counties away.
Danielle, who owns the ram, and I have talked on the phone several times to figure out plans for this day and for her to field a lot of my questions. Do they need to bring anything with them? An overnight bag? Toiletries? Just the sheep, she assured me.
For the next two months, the sheep will live with their new ram friend at Danielle's farm where they will ahem, get married and (fingers crossed), pregnant. Sheep have a gestation period of about 145 days, so if all goes well, there will be new little lambs in early spring.
Meanwhile, things seems strange around here without the girls. There were some tears at bedtime last night–worries about them in their new home. How much they are already missed. Requests to visit them next week. I have to admit, I really miss them, too. I keep looking up at the clock when it strikes five and wondering if Emma has fed them yet. And should I haul over a bucket of water? And did they romp around before you let them back into their pen?
After dinner last night I told Dan, next year, I think we should host the wedding.
I love that you call it “getting married.” We do the same. I can’t wait to (hopefully) “meet” some precious new baby lambs here on your blog next spring!
We have 3 girls this year hoping for a good match. We usually host the groom candidate, after he has been to two other celebrations. We like to be last, around Thanksgiving, so that our little ones are likely to be born in the late spring. This past spring all 4 lambs born were ewes so next year, 7 girls!, so maybe we will arrange a more long lasting union. Time will tell. Our guy last year was a tunis, and our girls mostly tunis, so we had 3 of 4 were little red heads. I can’t remember what breed yours are?
Very nice, thanks for sharing.
My parents used to tell us the sheep were going to camp!