Also known as the year that Russ decided to experiment with sheep for lawnmowers and Jodi fought the idea with everything within her and ultimately went down, but not without a fight.
It started like this:
Russ: I want to get sheep for our yard for the summer so I can work on the play structure business when I'm home and not have to mow every week.
Me: Sheep INSIDE the yard? what kind of harebrained notion is that?!!
And then we googled it and apparently it's a "thing". Like urban chicken farming. And Russ's spark of an idea was fanned into a bright flaming forest fire of an idea that would not be quenched.
So it ended like this:
Russ: I found some sheep to buy from a neighbor and I'm picking them up tonight. C'mon, babe, let's just try it. It will be fun, I promise.
Me: No it won't. I hope Miley chases them all until they die of heart attacks!
As you can see I was super mature and gracious about it and not at all bitter.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not anti-sheep. I think they are cute and would love for my kids to get to raise farm animals. I am just anti-sheep-pooping-in-the-yard-and-eating-all-my-flowers. I foresee nothing but poop and sad flowerless gardens. Russell is very optimistic though and thinks it won't be that bad.
And at this point all I can say is WE SHALL SEE, in my best doomsday voice.
But in the meantime, the sheep are here and Russell is like a kid on Christmas morning with them and so are the children and I won't lie when I say that they are dang cute and I could watch them out the window all day long. They are Shetland sheep which is a miniature breed (with hopefully miniature droppings?) and they are all yearlings, except for one female who is two.
Last Friday we had a sheep shearer out to get them ready for summer. Blake and I were pretty enthralled with the whole business. Let's have a picture tour shall we?
Next was Ginger (Kendall's ewe and the only 2 year old), who wandered over on her own to see what on earth was going on.
Shadow, Ginger, and Rusty stayed close while Mabel was shorn - they like to stick together at all times!
And then off they all trotted, to go eat and poop in my grass some more. (Terribly overgrown grass, might I add. Russ is going to mow it down to start off with as soon as it stops monsoon raining here.)
Now the funny thing is that when Russ bought them the previous owners thought none of the ewes were pregnant, but it turns out ALL THREE of them are. And they are close! So we are about to have lambs and suddenly I'm going to the feed store to buy vaccines and mineral salt and worrying about a proper pen for the babies and who the heck have I turned into, the Pioneer Woman?!!
I, Jodi the non-animal lover, have a menagerie of pets! That's one dog, two fish (did I mention that Cooper got a Betta fish for his birthday and named him Leroy?), a mouse, and four sheep, with more on the way.
Please feel free to make fun of me. Everyone else has been.
And don't worry, I'll be sure to keep you all updated on the GREAT SHEEP EXPERIMENT and whether my gardens and my sanity survive. Keep posted ;)