Pumpkin was dead when I went into the barn this morning. He was laying on his side his big yellow eye wide open. I knelt down next to him and touched his face and his long soft wool.
I am sad and I will miss him.
He was always a little wary of me, except when I had something he wanted to eat. He was as gentle as he was big. He had the softest baa I’ve ever heard on a sheep. It was like a whisper.
Pumpkin was born on the farm in 2014. His mother Socks had a hard time delivering him and Jon had to step in to help. I wrote about it on my blog the day he was born….”At some point, Jon just went into the barn and put on a pair of long plastic gloves. So calm he was, so confident as he started to gently pull the head of the lamb out of Socks. Once his head was free, the rest of him slid out easily.”
Pumpkin was a sweet and timid lamb. The opposite of Liam who was born the day before him.
But this past summer I saw a change in him. Maybe he was taking over for Liam who was lame. More and more it would be Pumpkin leading the flock to the pastures to graze.
We won’t know exactly what happened to Pumpkin. I am relieved that he’s not in pain anymore.
Our neighbor and handyman Mike came to take Pumpkin’s body. He’ll put Pumpkin in the woods as is natural. I imagine his long warm wool will line many nests.