Cory.
She has given us 5 lambs. 2 black rams, a white ram, a moorit ram and a moorit ewe. Good mother.
She is a talker. The alpha ewe. She is pushy around food and I can count on her to lead to flock home. She is an A type merino with a heavy fleece, creamy white and a higher micron then the C type. She is hardy. A perfect Vermont Sheep.
She is going to a new home soon and I imagine her singing a little song about it.
I like the warmer weather because I can go out on the back deck and look down the pasture. By the time I am getting my coffee the flock is grazing and generally have stopped crying at me for grain. I am still on the 6 am schedule. They are on the sun rising schedule. Cory must hear me in the kitchen. She knows when I am mousing around and generally brings the flock up the hill. Bleating all the way.
I can call to the sheep and she will start with the bleating back, leading the rest of the flock into a perfect movie sound tract. It is great to live in Vermont.
I told Bub about selling Cory, he was ok with it. Elizabeth gave me a bit of guff.
Mum, she is like your favorite, that is like selling one of us.
Lulu, the sheep gotta eat, so I gotta sell sheep
Oh, I guess that’s ok. she is going to be mad at you.
No, she is going to a nice farm with good pastures. She is laughing at me cause I will miss her.
La la la la la laaaa.
