My sheep Deb is named after our friend Deb, who watches the animals when we go away. Deb was one of Ma’s twins. Her bother Jake, was never healthy and didn’t survive long after his birth. Our sheep Ma died sometime after that.
Deb, now over a year old is so much like Ma. Yesterday I saw her out in the pasture grazing by herself, something Ma often did. And Deb’s big. Bigger than the other lambs who are both wethers. Deb’s father was a Cheviot and her mother a mix with some Border Leicester. This year I can see a touch of gray in her fleece, not the creamy white from her first shearing. I think she has a pretty face, her features softer than the Cheviots. She’s messy like Ma too. Always getting brambles stuck to her face, last year her fleece was hellish to skirt, filled with all kinds of sticky seeds, even more than the other sheep. I’ll be shearing the sheep again in October. It will be interesting to see how her yarn turns out.
Deb can be loud too, she came into the world baaing and in a way hasn’t stopped. In the past few days, she’s taken up casing Fate when she’s herding along with Suzy and Zelda. But she generally has a gentle nature, much like her Ma.