Rosemary and Biddy are the two sheep that I still have from the four Romneys who we took in a few years ago. Griselle and Izzy the two other Romenys that came with them both died this year.
Sometimes I see Rosemary and Biddy hanging around together and wonder if they miss the other sheep they lived with for so long. They show no signs of it, but I can’t help believe that they have a special bond between them.
Lately, I’ve seen Rosemary and Kim together a lot. They both hang back from the rest of the flock when Zinnia is around. I think she’s a bit too wild for them and they like to avoid her.
Seeing Rosemary and Biddy next to each other in the pole barn today, I could imagine them sipping tea, or maybe even a glass of wine, talking over the old days. Hopefully happy with where the ended up.
I heard from Liz, our shearer last week. She’ll be coming soon to shear the sheep soon. I won’t know when until a few days before, that’s how it works. She’ll make sure to have a few other shearing jobs in the area at the same time.
I know the wool insulates the sheep but it’s gotten very hot very quickly and I can’t help thinking that they will be relieved to be rid of their winter’s wool. I let them graze for a couple of hours in the morning and evening when the sun isn’t as strong.
I remember when we were lambing and the sheep were pregnant, they behaved differently towards each other. I can’t say exactly what they did, but they seemed more protective. They seemed to pay attention to each other more.
And that’s a quality I see more and more in my sheep Socks.
Along with Tess (who died some years ago) and Suzy, she’s one of the first sheep I got when we still lived on Old Bedlam Farm. So she’s around 7 or 8 years old and I noticed recently that she has some more white hairs on her face than she used to.
I also noticed how she seems to watch out for the other sheep.
It’s been a subtle change, the way it was when the sheep were pregnant. So even though I sensed it, I wasn’t sure what was happening. But when she followed Griselles cries last week when Griselle was stuck in the back pasture and helped guide her back to the barn, I became certain of it.
In some ways, Liam took over as leader of the flock when Zelda began to decline then died. But I feel like Socks took over as the matriarch. The one who keeps an eye on the other sheep and is there for them when they need it.
She gobbled up her grain then ran to the hay feeder and stuck her head deep inside it munching away with the other sheep.
I still have the back pasture closed off. This weekend I’ll put up a temporary fence, blocking off the area where Griselle got stuck so the sheep and donkeys can graze there again. Even though there’s no grass, there’s plenty of scrubby brush to keep them busy.