We have sheep, but we are not sheep farmers. We don't make lambs because we wouldn't want to lose any of the mothers, and we aren't quite ready to send off any mean little boy lambs to come back in little white packages. Our sheep are like pets, not like farm stock. Sure they don't make the greatest pets, they can be pushy and loud, and they won't cuddle up on the couch when you are sick. But they are pets we love, and this week we lost one of our pets. Blackberry, one of our oldest girls, died on Monday evening. She is now buried on the hill with all of the other lost pets: dogs, cats, and sheep, all frolicking together.
|Blackberry coming home June 2002|
Losing any pet can be difficult, but we have to look on the bright side. Blackberry lived a very long and good life for a sheep, she was over ten years old. Let's face it, she had a pretty cushy life at our little hobby farm, lots of grain and grass and goodies from the garden. Plus, since she was technically still a working farm animal, we have plenty of her yarn to remind us of her for years to come.