We have free ranging sheep. We also have free ranging chickens, but they are another story for another day…
Back to the sheep. They started out as these 2 cute little leppy lambs that my two dear oldest boys named “Mr. Black” (the female, of course) and the other, after “What is that noise that he makes called?” “Yeah, lets just call him that if you are absolutely sure that we can’t have 2 sheep with the same name.” Alrighty then, “Baa” it is.
Mr. Black and Baa are a pair. A pair of troublemakers! The 3 older boys spend more time chasing the sheep out of my flower beds and off the porch…(Do you know what kind of a mess a sheep leaves on the porch for a 1 year old to run into with bare feet? Now that you have a clear mental picture of what I am talking about… you’re welcome.) We have chased them out the house, – and not just “get out of the mud room, Mr. Black. You don’t belong here!” But “ What the*#!! is ‘Baa’ doing in my bedroom and in my bathroom!!!!!” “I don’t appreciate cleaning up… “
Okay, you all get the picture plenty well enough. We are now in the process of finding a new home for Mr. Black and Baa – one where they will be slightly more loved and have slightly better fencing! In the meantime though, we are desperately trying to hang on to our last frayed string of sanity… (Turns out that fencing for cattle and fencing for sheep have entirely different definitions.)
The sheep are looking well fed and happy Alexandra. I remember a few names you had for your lambs as well.