When I first got my sheep I knew little about them. So little I even wondered if they really had different personalities.
If I hadn’t already seen it with Tess, Suzy, and Socks, the first three sheep I got I had no doubt when Zelda came to Bedlam Farm. I named her after Zelda Fitzgerald who had a reputation for being an independent woman, in touch with her wild side.
Now I’m sure that the farmer who gave her to me did it to get rid of her.
He drove her to the farm with a flock of his sheep who were grazing there for the summer. When I tried to put her with my new sheep, she broke through the fence to be with her flock. Eventually, I just let her stay with them, till the farmer took his sheep home in the fall.
When we came to the new Bedlam Farm, where we live now, she broke out of the fence again. This time taking the rest of the sheep with her. They ran up Route 22 as cars and trucks dodged them. When they got to a house that had two donkeys in their pasture, the sheep stopped to graze. They broke out one more time before we got the fence secured enough to hold her.
When Zelda died last year I kept expecting someone to take her place, but no one did.
From the first, I saw something in Constance, that reminded me of Zelda. She came out of Liz’s truck making a lot of noise. The first time she saw me put hay in the feeder she ran to it. When the other sheep pushed her away, she went right back, finding a place next to Asher and plunging her head into the hay. She’s comfortable around Fate and Zinnia and isn’t intimidated by the other sheep.
Constance still mostly hangs around with Lori, Merricat, and now Scott, our newest lamb, but she’s often out in front of them leading the way.
Constance has the kind of confidence, attitude, and determination I haven’t seen since Zelda. I think she just may grow up to be the new leader of the flock.