Thursday, January 20, 2011
We are just at the beginning of a winter storm and as I sat in front of my little Vermont Castings woodstove, all toasty and warm, I looked out the studio window to see this scene. The Grannie is in with those silly teenage ewe lambs, being a bit of a calming presence. As the first flurry of flakes began to fall, they took themselves to the barn. Grannie stayed where she was, whether because she has a longer fleece and didn't feel the snow as much or that it seemed too much of an effort to get herself up. As I watched, Holly came out and stood beside her. I believe she was willing her the energy to get up and into the shelter of the barn because after a few moments, Grannie struggled to her feet and made her way in. Observations like this are one more reason why I love being a shepherd.