Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Wilma, our little girl!





Most people connect sheep with New Zealand.  So why not become sheep farmers while we are here? OK, I guess we are not really sheep farmers, we are in fact 'townies". However, we are raising a lamb.  She was born during hurricane Irene, so we named her Wilma after our hometown! (We thought about Curly or Betty, but Wilma won!)

Izaak will be showing her at the annual calf and lamb day competition at his school.  Because most of the people raising lambs live on farms ours gets special attention from all the neighborhood kids whose parents wouldn't let them get a lamb.  She spends most of her day lounging on the deck by the door, but starts "baaing" when the kids come home from school.

Yes, we were putting pj's on our lamb for awhile because she was always sleeping in her poo!  But she has cleaned up her act a bit so we have stopped humiliating her.  But she was darn cute in pj's.

We have eaten quite a bit of lamb here, it's tastier than in the States, but Logan has put a moratoreum on lamb as long as we have her!

I know it sounds kind of silly, but having an animal around has helped us all feel a little more settled in.  Helps make this house feel more like a home.  Eventually she will be going to live out her days, which may be numbered, on our friends dairy farm.




Raising a lamb has us toying with the idea of trading in our lawn mower for some sheep. We know some of you have tried this.  Any advice?

1 comment:

  1. YOUR LAMB IS SO CUTE!!! I was over at your house today. You rented to some very nice people. good energy over there!! Miss you all. Barb

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