Pretty as a picture, here is Zoe the Soey sheep three years ago with her last lambs Martin and Ann. So named as they were suprise lambs born the day Idgy and I were flying out to France to stay with our lovely friends Martin and Ann, seemed kind of apt at the time.
So why am I sharing sheep photos with you today my friends? Well today we are a bit sad up here on Walton’s Mountain because Zoe died the other day.
Nothing dramatic, she went out in her usual quiet style. An old sheep at over ten years of age. She was a charmer for sure, always following you in the field in the hopes of a titbit, a biscuit or slice of bread.
She could pop in and out of the field at will. Seemingly getting through the tiniest gap. Never causing trouble. She just liked to sample the grass on the side of the lane and then pop back into the field again.
We have had sheep here on and off for almost twenty years. They have nibbled down the grass, given us lambs that were sometimes full on pets never to grace a table (see Amos above who featured in at least two glossy magazines with this photo and was Idgy’s pet for 3 years until he died – of natural causes, I hasten to add.) and sometimes brought on for the more basic task of creating food for us.
Whatever their purpose they have all enjoyed a good style of living. Spoiled really for sheep, they have been worried over in winter and had to endure some seriously bad hair cuts in summer.
Some have been characters, some have not.
Zoe and Amos were the friendliest. They snuck into our hearts as any animal can. Crashing down the barriers that say an animal that lives in a field can have no impact on your life. Yes they can.
Zoe was the matriach, the boss of the field. The remaining three are now a little lost without her and are crowding round the gate whenever I venture outside. They are now a band of three, Martin, Ann and Rosemary. All lambs born here and named after friends.
Life in the country. Jam making, herb growing and caring for four legged (and feathered) friends.
Todays post is my little tribute to them.