Saturday, March 19, 2016

Little Lambs

Little lambs are so sweet, they can just steal your heart.  I suppose we are drawn to an orphaned lamb even more than to one whose mother is alive and accepts it.

My father once told the story of an orphaned lamb who came to live at his family's farm.  My aunt added further details to the story, both of which are combined in this retelling.

The Whites had a sheep farm not far from my grandfather's farm in Stoneboro, Pennsylvania.  One of the White's ewes died after giving birth and Mr. White needed to find a home for the lamb.  He asked if the Doyles would like to have it.  Of course the children were delighted and their father, Gust, agreed.  It was a sweet, gentle, male lamb they named Sambo.

There were four or five children who helped care for the lamb.  The youngest was Billy, perhaps just three or four years old at the time.  Billy was little, the lamb was little.  It all worked out great. 

As lambs will do, Sambo began to grow.  Little Billy would hold his hand up and Sambo would run into it, sometimes knocking him down.  It was a fun game and everyone saw the humor.  Sambo continued to grow.  The children would gather to go to school and Sambo would come up behind them, lower his head, and butt one or the other of them.  The children thought it was both fun and funny.  But by the time Sambo was half grown, his butting was not so playful.  He began to butt little Billy in earnest, sometimes surprising him from behind and knocking him over.  It was no longer funny.  The adults realized that Sambo could hurt Billy. 

Sambo went back to the White farm from whence he came to live a life of grazing and, probably, butting the other rams.  Perhaps he became a wether.

Our family has another story of an orphaned lamb.  My daughter and her husband have a small flock of sheep on their farm.  Last year one of the ewes gave birth to twins but refused to accept one of them.   I don't understand why that happens but I know it does occasionally.

Of course they took care of the lamb, feeding it from a bottle until it was old enough to be weaned.  My little grandchildren loved the little lamb which followed them everywhere.  Little Olivia wasn't talking much at the time but would call  "baaaa" and the lamb would come running.

After it was weaned they gradually transitioned it to live in the pasture during the day, but kept it enclosed at night to keep it safe from coyotes or other predatory animals.  After a few weeks it spent most of its time in the pasture.  When they walked near the fence the lamb came running, remembering the ones who had taken care of it.

Then one day when they walked near the fence the lamb didn't come.  My daughter was unable to go into the pasture with the two little ones, but when her husband came home in the evening he found the little lamb dead in the field.  There were no marks on it.  His guess was that without the guidance of a mother, the lamb had eaten a plant that was poisonous.  How they grieved for the little lamb they loved.

My only personal experience with living sheep is seeing them at the state fair where I love to bury my hands in their wool and then have a whiff of lanolin.  I also have experience cleaning, dying, carding, spinning, and weaving their wool.  Wool is not as easily accessible these days as it was when there was a wool co-op in the area so I haven't done any spinning for a number of years. 

If you visit Sepia Saturday 322 this week you can read others' experiences with sheep, or rabbits, or chickens, or who knows what other animals.

--Nancy.

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24 comments:

  1. Lovely!

    All young animals are cute (children included).........and then grow up! ha ha ha

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    1. Thanks, Sharon. I agree about cute little ones. (And here we are, all grown up and no longer cute!) (I'm chuckling as I type.) Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  2. When it comes to sheep stories, you win, hands down! My cousins had a nanny goat that went from sweet and funny to not-so-nice like Sambo.

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    1. I haven't read any others' post yet but I suspect there will be some great stories this week. You expect it of a male goat but I wouldn't expect not-so-nice from a female. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  3. What wonderful photos to go with fun stories!

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    1. Thanks, Karen. I am thankful my daughter let me use the ones of her family. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  4. Awww, that is sad. I used to talk to my goats in their language too.

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    1. It was very sad that the lamb died. It would have been interesting to listen to you talk to your goats, Kristin. Did they talk back to you? Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  5. The kids learned some of life's harder lessons via the sweet sheep. Nice stories.

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    1. Thanks, Helen. Yes, the children were young to learn -- my grandchildren were just 1 1/2 and 3. If lambs are both this spring I hope the moms take care of them. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  6. A very sweet photo of your grandchild and the lamb, but a sad story to go with it.

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    1. Thank you, Jo. It was sad. We hope for no losses of lambs this spring. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  7. That is a very nice photo of a very cute lamb and grandchild. I am a knitter but have never dared to get into spinning.

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    1. Thank you. I am not a knitter (well, I can do basic knitting -- cast on, knit, and purl) but I love spinning. It is a soothing activity. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  8. Wonderful stories to use for the theme. Perhaps it the necessary care, feeding, and protection of lambs that makes them such a useful metaphor for so many cultures and religions. Animal husbandry was once a universal knowledge but now sadly is forgotten in modern life.

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    1. Thanks, Mike. I don't know all the religions that use lambs/sheep as a metaphor but I know the Christian religion uses it a lot. I guess when we were a more agrarian culture people learn from childhood. As you say, not so today. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  9. Lovely stories, sometimes the nurtured friendship with pets turn out happy and sometimes there is also sadness involved.

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    1. That's so true, Titiania. Even with a pet who lives into adulthood it will usually die before we do, and there's still that awful sadness and feeling of loss. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

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  10. Lovely stories and pictures; there are some hard life lessons for children there.

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    1. I think children on farms usually learn the lessons at a younger age than most. I suspect that my two little grandchildren will not remember that particular lamb unless their parents show them photos, but there will probably be losses of other animals in their future which they will remember. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment, Little Nell.

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