A Nice Sheep

When Marcel first got here he was still a ram. A young ram, but a ram lamb who occasionally had a bit of one of those looks that said, when I get older, I might not be a real nice guy. It happens. Rams are not pets. We didn't want Marcel as a breeding ram though so a quick 'tutering' took care of that. Wethers (castrated rams) make GREAT pets :-).

When Marcel got sick this summer he was really hard to catch to doctor. I was a bit surprised about that because he's one of the sweetest, friendliest, best behaved sheep we have, but when you don't feel good, you don't feel good and you sure don't want someone to make you feel worse, even if they are just trying to help.

After a couple of days though, when he started to get better, I think he figured it out and that afternoon he came over and leaned on me and just stayed there for a good while. Ewenice used to do that too and I swear it's a sheep hug. I think Marcel was apologizing.  That would be something Marcel would do.  He's that kind of sheep.

Yesterday I had to move the flock away from a freshly painted fence, so I took them out into the arena.  That's their "treat field" and as soon as you open the gate, everyone runs out to gobble down the same grass that's all over the farm extra special grass.  Marcel did too...for awhile.  But then he came over to see what I was doing.

"Are you over here all by yourself?!?"

I wasn't.  Hank was right next to me and Betsy was on my lap, but Marcel loves Hank as much as he does me so he joined the group.

And then he came around to my other side so he could get a little closer.  Marcel's a "close talker" ;-).

See the rest of the sheep?  See how odd it is that Marcel would leave them to come over and stand by me?  Even Blossom is out there somewhere, gobbling down grass far away, oblivious to her momma sitting out in the paddock with her.  Sweet Marcel.

"Marcel, stop sniffing me and go away!  I was here first."