Prepare to Ooh and Aah

Forget unicorns and rainbows.

If you want to be happy, happy, happy, find yourself a field full of ewes and their new lambs.

People, that is heaven on earth.

Well, it's heaven as long as you aren't the farmer who has to go out at all hours in all weather to birth/feed and/or take care of the itty bitty new ones.



That's my sister-in-law.

Since the kids and I were merely visitors to my brother and sister-in-law's, and it was a sunshiny 55 degrees, we found it to be heaven.

 Well, most of us did. It isn't heaven if you are a three and a half year old who is scared of all things furry and four-legged.




My mom brought this lamb outside of the fence, because Cuckoo wouldn't put one toe on the inside.

We finally got him to touch the lamb.



Just this once.

You will notice this one lamb in a lot of our photos.  For some unknown reason, his mother refused to feed or take care of him.  He is the easiest lamb to catch, since all of his feedings are bottle feedings.  Actually, it is the only one Star ever caught.

 

One aspect about a field full of sheep I didn't expect is the noise.  Separated mamas and babies will call to each other until they are reunited.  With this many sheep, combined with this many people holding lambs, there is a lot of separation. 

(Thank you, Giant, for supplying the videos.  Sorry, readers, for the frenetic movements of the videographer.  (You may just want to close your eyes and listen.) Besides the sheep, you will also hear my mom laughing in the background and see my brother walking through his flock.)

Each sheep has it's own call, and they can be quite hilarious.  The ewe with the baritone smoker's voice was probably my favorite mama.  There was one lamb that had us all in stitches.  It would do a normal little baa, but then add a scared little girl screech on the end, which took every muscle in her body to produce.  It was so funny, we wanted to take her away from her mom just so we could hear it again.  (We only did it once.  (OK, maybe more like thrice.))

(If you pay no attention to the humans talking, you will be able to hear the lamb.  It's a scream that you would never guess could come from a teeny tiny lamb.  This isn't the best example of her cries, but it will give you an idea.)

I also didn't know that mamas will only take care of their own babies.  If another lamb comes anywhere near her, she will head-butt it out of the way.

(I just got word this afternoon that a new lamb died this morning.  It had gotten into a pen with a different mama, and the ewe rammed it and killed it.  Apparently, some mamas are very protective.)

My brother and sister-in-law have 20 ewes, and each one will give birth to either twins or triplets.  The babies that are smaller, abandoned, or sickly are bottle fed lamb formula.  We got to help.

Of course, once you feed a little lamb, you will probably have a little lamb friend for life.

While Turken wasn't afraid to hold the lambs...

he was much happier simply petting the sheep dog, Sarah.

Here's something else we learned.  Always, always greet the sheep dog by name when entering a sheep pen.  If you follow that direction, the dog will be so completely sweet.  If you don't, you will be torn limb from limb.

Thankfully, my kids followed that rule without having to learn it the hard way.

Sarah is not only the protector of the flock, she has also become the adoptive mother of little lost lambs.

The abandoned lamb I told you about earlier thinks Sarah is her mother.  She will follow that dog all day long, and then cuddle up to sleep with her at night.  Cutest.  Thing.  Ever.  Ever.  Ever.





Some of the ewes have yet to give birth.  At least 12 more babies will be in the field when I return to Kentucky at the end of April.  My lands, I cannot wait.



These two stood in the middle of the field for a good long time.  It completely looked like they were gossiping up a storm.  "Can you believe how she lets her lambs get away with such nonsense?  When I have my babies, they will most certainly be taught how to show some manners!"

To put my obsession with these sheep in perspective:

We were in Kentucky to celebrate the five March birthdays (including Buttercup's and Turken's) in my extended family and my niece's baptism into the Church of Latter Day Saints. 

I took 463 photos.

459 of them were of sheep.

Ob. Sessed.  (This completely blog thing of separating words and using periods sometimes annoys me.  Other times, it is just a handy way to emphasize a point.  Point.  Made?)

Have a lovely day!

I'm Thinking Bill Cosby Wouldn't Approve

I logged onto Facebook, expecting to see nothing more than the usual posts from the one person who posts at least 8 Scentsy ads each day.  (I only have 12 friends.  My kids make fun of me mercilessly, but I like to keep things simple.  And drama free.)  Imagine my surprise when I saw...

My 88 year old grandmother doing a Jell-O shot. 

My grandma doesn't own a single product invented after 1973, let alone a computer, so I knew she wasn't the one who posted it.

Nope, it was my dad.  Her son.

This is the woman who told me over and over again throughout the years that she limits herself to one beer a day.  With all the stress my dad and uncle caused her in their growing up years, if she didn't limit herself to one beer, she would have become an alcoholic long ago.

This is the woman who, when I was 18, would always ask me if I would split a beer with her. She didn't want to blow her whole beer in one sitting.

The woman was doing Jell-O shots.  In the gym of my old high school.

I called her immediately to get the whole story.

And so it goes...

She was at my alma mater's fundraiser with her brother, sisters, cousin, my dad, and my stepmom. 

She had one glass of wine, which wasn't very good.

She kept seeing people walk by with Jell-O, so she asked one person where he got it. 

She's a sucker for Jell-O.  When we would go to her house, there was almost always Jell-O in the fridge.  In individual sundae glasses no less.  As she pulled them out of the fridge, she'd add a dollop of Cool Whip.  Of course.

I'm not surprised that she was eyeing the Jell-O.

I am surprised that she chose to imbibe after she found out there was vodka in it.

Her closing words on the subject were, "Good thing it was later in the night and I had already had the wine.  They were good.  I would have had more."

(If you want to see her photo and read what I wrote about her two years ago, go here.  She is one awesome lady.)

Have a lovely day!