Here it is, practically the last day of February (tomorrow is a day full of interpretive leaping and therefore, does not truly count) and the forecast high today here in the Sonoran Desert is a whopping 82 degrees. This frightens me. Yes, it is gorgeous today but if it is like this now, I wondered, what will July bring?
I swear my heart was palpitating (and not in a good I’m-lusting-after-Hunky-Husband kind of way) just thinking about it.
Since my thoughts were thus diverted, could the wool bearers be ruminating over the same thing? I needed to know, needed to understand their troubles and read their thoughts. With repaired camera (hurray!) in hand, like an Englishman and/or mad dog I moseyed out into the midday sun to check on them and also to see if I could figure out who is with ewe (or ram) and who is not. (Though the meaning is different, sheep are always essentially with you. They do not deliver ultimatums nor do they get all my-pasture-is-better-than-your-pasture on you. The world would be a better place if everyone embraced some sheep-like qualities, like working well in groups for instance. But I digress.)
Here are Madeline and Charlotte. They were being such loves, showering me with kisses and luring my massaging hands towards them both, that I had a difficult time taking their picture. Charlotte, as you can probably tell, is definitely pregnant. Her belly is expanding daily and I prognosticate a repeat of last year’s twin delivery (hopefully I won’t have to go in this time).
Now Cookie here is a mystery. I think she may be pregnant but, as I have said before, her fleece grows so thickly that a definite determination is difficult. And, as I have also said, since lately she won’t let me touch her anywhere lower than just behind her ears, I cannot tell for sure.
And then there’s Carmela, skittish from the start, refusing to partake in the beauty that is shepherd/sheep love (get your minds out the gutter; that was yesterday). I can’t get near her. Thank goodness for telephoto lenses and fear-induced stillness.
So now it’s time for a wee contest. Who’s pregnant and how many lambs will she/they have? When will this happen? Unless a ewe runs over her gestation period, the blessed event(s) have to occur by mid-March. I have no idea when or if copulation occurred and no six-packs were left in the yard for ram consumption. Let me know what you think. A box of romance novels or one of yarn (winner’s choice) goes to the one who predicts the most correct events. Extra goodies for correctly picking male or female.
That is all; I await your comments with baited breath.