Once upon a time, we decided to obtain a few sheep. We would raise a lamb or two each year for organic meals, and we'd put to good use the inevitable, sub-standard-for-horses bales of hay that arrive when your order upwards of twenty tons per year.
We had the good fortune of coming across a small flock of sheep, free to good home. Okay, so we weren't planning on getting nine sheep. What's another sheep...or six...on a farm?
Nine more sheep, that's what. All but one of our new arrivals turned out to be pregnant. Several had twins. Thanks to many sleepless nights and sticky hands, all but one of said lambs survived. Our flock, noisy and adorable, was also excessive.
And furthermore, there doesn't seem to be much of a market in our part of Idaho for organic lamb.
And hay prices are going up.
Craigslist to the rescue! On Sunday, most of our flock went to live on a Suffolk/Rambouillet farm thirty miles away. The breeder is glad to have more Rambouillet blood, and we are glad to have just two sheep left at In the Night Farm.
We kept an older Suffolk ewe, and named her Only.
This is Only's gentleman friend, a Rambouillet called Megabyte.
Yes, that's a Megabyte of ram...which passes for humor around here.