Baby Cary in the greenhouse on May 19, 2006, age two weeks.
Once upon a time I had a little lamb. Her name was Cary, and she followed me wherever I went.
This is my twenty-first year living with sheep, and those few months back in the spring and summer of 2006 were definitely the sweetest and most special for me (and for the Nanny Bear).
If you'd like to read (or reread) our story, written on Mother's Day a week after little Cary was born, you'll find A Tiny Tail here.
If you'd like to read (or reread) our story, written on Mother's Day a week after little Cary was born, you'll find A Tiny Tail here.
Baby Cary and the Nanny Bear in the kitchen garden on May 27, 2006.
A very Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there!
Other Mother's Days:
5/14/06: Happy Mother's Day
5/12/07: Just in Time for Mother's Day. . .
5/11/08: Mother To Be
5/11/08: Newborn Bliss
5/8/12: Green Grass, Hungry Twins5/13/12: Chomp, Chomp
5/12/13: Happy Mothers, Lots of Lambs
5/11/14: Lokey and Her 11 Baby Chicks
Cary and the Nanny Bear in the front field on September 4, 2006.
P.S. Cary is doing just fine, and at age nine, she is now one of the oldest members of our flock. (My big pet wether, Teddy, at 11, is currently the oldest sheep on the farm, and my first two pet wethers, Chip and Chip, who lived to be 13 and 15, hold the all-time farm record.)
I decided not to breed Cary again after that first traumatic experience, but she is still an important member of the group. I've noticed lately that she seems to be the new head ewe—at least where decisions regarding eating are concerned.
P.P.S. The Tail of Two Mothers, my other favorite Mother's Day story from the farm.
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