Innocent

I was in the living room yesterday, talking on the phone with our boy....when I heard from the kitchen the sounds of the auxiliary family coming home...Peggy laughing, boots stomping, sheep blatting....

Wait! Sheep? Or lambs really. I'd know that shrill cry anywhere. But there were no lambs a few minutes ago....

We quickly disconnected and I hurried to the kitchen to find two bum lambs that were given to the kids yesterday. Peggy was ecstatic, dancing and singing and laughing.

The lambs were less so, exploring, little hoofs banging on the floor, bawling, and piddling all over the place.

They are now down at the barn, which works for me, even if it is less to Peggy's taste in lifestyles....just file it all under never a dull moment....this time I am innocent in the whole livestock in the kitchen thing.

Year of the Sheep

Lamb snuggled down in Daisy's bed

Daisy's revenge, resting in the lamb's bed

On the Lamb

Yeah, I spelled that right. Yesterday the kids picked up a bum lamb from a friend of the family in trade for some eggs. He is a cutie, Border Leicester and Clun Forest or so they say. I like sheep.

However.

I cannot begin to describe the chaos created by a baby sheep who thinks he is a person, a rotten little Dachshund who thinks she is a dire wolf, and a baby, who is already as animal crazy as her mother ever was.....remember Grandma and Grandpa's goat pen anyone?

It was so loud here last night that it was nearly unbearable. However, the rotten little dog eventually slept in her crate, and the lamb slept in a dog crate in the kitchen. I am assuming Miss Peggy, the new shepherdess of Northview Farm, slept in her crib. In my room, far, far away from any other room, I didn't hear them at least.

They named him Klondike in honor of our favorite Facebook game, and the weather. Please join me in hoping that it soon warms up enough for him to sleep in the barn instead of next to the kitchen sink. Thanks.