Becca here ! We finally found Old Benny's laptop...he had stashed it under a private bale of alfalfa. He was an amazing friend, but left us 2 years ago for greener pastures on the other side.
The flock is getting smaller...Buddy and I are 14 this winter, soon to be 15. Buddy's fleece is a little light, but mine still grows and is bought by the same talented lady every year. I still am the head of the flock, although bossy Fiona pushes me to retire. No way.
The world's most splendid lamb still looks like a bear in full fleece and his wool sells every year. I heard the Crone say that everyone's fleece except old Buddy's sold last year. They DO buy good food.
We miss the lambs, but no one here is volunteering for motherhood. Well, the boys aren't interested, and the girls that haven't lambed have heard us talk about it and decided they would rather eat.
Did I mention the good food ?? And, the Shepherd comes out every night and scratches ears, cleans the hay off my face, gives medicine to the lame and sore old sheep. Life is good.