It all started when I mentioned that I wanted to get goats at some point. I was always interested in goats, because they eat weeds and can be milked. Our farmer friend, Sam, told us we should get sheep instead. They serve the same purpose but aren’t as mean or as dirty as goats. I thought sheep sounded like a good idea. Before I knew it, we were having a fence and barn built, and Sam had found us some sheep. He had already bought a sheep for himself, so he was keeping our two sheep as well until our property was ready.
Everything finally came together, and we were prepared for the sheep. Sam brought them over, along with a turkey that had been hanging out with the sheep at his house. A couple hours later, Sam came back with his other sheep in the truck and dropped her off too. He said they were all friends and shouldn’t be separated, so now we have three sheep and a turkey!
The oldest sheep is about three years old, and she is not too friendly. She is very shy and doesn’t let us get too close to her. The middle sheep is about a year and a half old and is as sweet as can be. When I pet her, she wags her little tail like a dog. Anytime she sees me, she comes running over to be pet. The youngest sheep is her baby, and is only a few months old. She is getting used to us, and is loving having her head scratched. And the turkey just follows them around like he is one of them!
