This sweet sheep is Moon Pie, a white Wensleydale sheep we adopted from the famous McNair flock! She and her twin Sheldon's mom passed away after she had them. Of course Ruth did not have to twist my arm so I would take them in right? ha!
It was cold when they came into the world so they spent a few weeks living on our back porch. Once it was warm enough they started spending days in the back yard. Their favorite place to hide out was under the back steps. They thought they were so sly! They are all grown up now, still very close and never far from each other, and their 'brother' Puzzle who also arrived the same week.
Moon Pie has decided she doesn't need me right now but she should grow out of that soon. Stinker!
Her fleece is soft as silk and the locks from her first ever fleece were almost 12 inches long. Ooh la la Moon Pie!
2016 Update! Miss Moon Pie will be 4 years old in April. She still thinks she doesn't need me (sniffle) UNLESS there are treats to be had. Hooray! It is so odd for a bottle lamb to grow away from me like that. I think she might be embarrassed when I remind her how I used to rock her to sleep in my arms in my favorite rocking chair. It's a memory I cherish with each one of those lambs. They are precious.
She has outgrown her twin brother Sheldon and thinks he's a big pain in the hinder. Just like a brother should be right? She is pictured above with her friend Carla...
Even though she is a stinker about admitting it, she loves me. Her eyes tell me and I think a sheep like Moon Pie shows love for what makes her happy through her gorgeous fleece. We only shear the sheep once a year because our winters in WI are very unpredictable. By April Moon Pie's curly locks are at least 6 to 7 inches long. Whoa! Perfect for our lash yarn. She loves to dye her fleece too- that is always an adventure believe me. She loves bright colors!
Moon Pie is galloping about like a wild sheep as usual. She's such a weirdo. A wild bottle lamb? Really? Well, at least she has relented about wearing a coat this winter. Oh the locks we'll have to spin- and she made me promise to share. :0)