Here is a better picture of Angel. She has grown considering she started out at 4 pounds. She follows us around like a dog. Whenever we are out working, she is always there. She is still small enough to squeeze through the fences to come and find us. Yesterday, I sat outside on the deck and read to Seth. Angel heard my voice and started crying frantically. She knew I was around, but she couldn't find me. She wasn't hungry at the time, but she was ready to be loved on for a bit. She loves to be scooped up into our arms and snuggled. I am sure a more seasoned farmer would tell me that I need to cut the cord with this little lamb...that I am setting myself up for trouble down the road. I know they would be right, but for now she still is our little house lamb!!
I also had to play the "trump card" with my husband. You know that "card" that a wife holds that pulls the heart strings of the man she loves. Michael mentioned that Angel probably won't make a good mother or a good sheep. He suggested we eat her. I trumped him and asked him to just keep her as a pet if for no other reason than because he loves me and I care about her. I don't often ask him to make unwise decisions, and I am sure that a seasoned farmer would tell me this is unwise. However, I really am attached to this sheep and I want her to live a long happy life here on our farm even if she is nothing more than a pet. Since I hardly EVER play the "trump card" in our marriage, he was more than willing to let me have my way. Well, I am sure he wouldn't call it more than willing, but he gave me what I wanted anyway!
grace and peace,