I love my sheep.  I love to see them out on pasture quietly and softly, grazing the lush grass, clover and dandelions. It is truly calming and lifts my soul. It is biblical-“The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want.” I love to hear the ewes calling their little lambs to follow or suckle. They are sweet, docile animals with a history almost as old as time.

Our sheep give us their beautiful fleece, incredibly soft sheepskins, delicious sweet milk, and gourmet quality meat. The many natural colors of fleece that our Icelandic breed grow on their backs,  are spun into unique yarns which can then be woven, knitted, crocheted and felted into so many gorgeous, warm and useful things!

I am addicted to my sheep, but…they drive me crazy! How do they always find a way to get their horns tangled in one thing or another?! Just eat, you silly creatures, and stop getting into trouble! How DO the lambs escape through a tiny space and then bawl to get back to mama until they are hoarse? Why is it that my ewes , who are so very good at mothering their little lambs in the beginning, at some point decide to ignore junior’s frantic calls and just keep on eating? Why am I the one that has to go check on the kiddos? Really?

Sheep are trouble. I know it. I periodically think about not keeping them. Just for a second or two. But, life on a farm without sheep? Nah.

If someone wants a sheep that means he exists.- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry