Dear Father Christmas, if you can fit him on your sleigh, I would very much like a pet sheep. Much love xxx
When I lived in the Lake District in the UK, the owner of the hotel I worked at also owned a flock of prize winning sheep. Not ever having fancied sheep much (except for their delicious legs) living in the midst of sheep country, I really did get to know these funny creatures a whole lot better.
Contrary to popular belief they are not as stupid as folks think, and within their flock, the Mums all take turns to baby sit the lambs – it’s so sweet seeing five or six little lambs frolicking in the daisies together, with one watchful ewe resting in the shade nearby.
Thankfully I was privileged enough to be around during lambing season and so got to hold an almost brand new baby – her coat was soft but bristly and she smelt SO amazing (as most young due). A truly wonderful experience.
While trawling through vintage photos on Pinterest I found loads of pics of people with what would appear to be pet sheep.
SO… I now want one too! Never mind that our front courtyard is the size of a large postcard – my new fleecy companion and I will make do! I am not sure how Stripes (#bestcat) will take to her new hoofed sibling, but we will try to keep him off the furniture and out of her pellet bowl.