Who's Da Man?? HE'S Da MAN!

My lovely ewes got a little surprise last week:

He didn't come with a name, but Daughter insisted on calling him Apollo, after the Roman God of light and the sun, truth and prophecy, healing, plague, music, poetry, (among other things) and the patron defender of herds and flocks.  Appropriate?  I think so.

Since we've never introduced a new member to the flock, we decided to safely introduce the girls to Apollo through the fence, as we do with chickens:

Don't they look like they're smiling?

Hmmm.  Apparently sheep are more accepting than chickens, as this was the peaceful scene later that weekend (that's him in the middle):

And so the adventure begins.  We have borrowed him for a month, give or take, and then in March, we will see the results of this.  He was never hand-raised like our girls were, but is very gentle and acts like he's been here forever.  Nice.

Hopefully we'll end up with about 6 lambs of our our 4 ewes, one of which we will give back to the lovely farmer who loaned this guy to us.  The others will be pasture-raised until late summer and sent... away.  We already have customers queuing up for their "happy meat."