Never Underestimate a Sheep

A couple of hours before feeding time, I went outside briefly.  The sheep moved together, waiting for the hay to arrive. I told them it was too early to feed them and went back into the house.

Through a window, I saw Minerva take a few steps forward, away from the other sheep. Laughing, I thought, "Wow, a spokes-sheep." And, next moment, looking straight at the door, she baa-ed.

I better watch what I think. Never underestimate a sheep.

Minerva

Wolverine and Callisto

Minerva had twins! They were born Sunday. I've named the boy Wolverine and the girl Callisto. Most of the pictures are of Minerva and Wolverine. Callisto had apparently just eaten and wanted to nap.

You can't see Wolverine's tail because he's wagging it furiously. Lambs often wag their tails when they eat. If you're trying to get a reluctant lamb to nurse, wiggle its tail when it's near the mother's teat. The action encourages it to suckle.

A Family Picnic

When I went out to feed the sheep this evening, I saw Heloise, Minerva, her lamb, Sierra, and her twins off together nibbling on a scrub oak.

Heloise is the mother of both Minerva and Sierra and, hence, the grandmother of all three lambs. Maybe I'm assigning more importance to this little gathering than I should, but I thought it was kind of neat.

Heloise