So anyway, we talked about it for a while and she said I can do today's post. I'm not good at typing because I'm very busy being the ideal sheep and I don't have time for things like typing lessons, so she's being the typist and I'm just telling her what to type. I like that sort of leadership role. It's my destiny you know.
here to see it. You'll have to scroll down to see the whole mess of it, but there was a poll for these goats who all know each other and nobody nominated them in the first place for that award. I admit they are nice goats, but they all got back-stabby and nasty and were being snide about each other. And there were certain discrepancies with the voting that seem to have been glossed over. It was a testament to the fickle nature of goats. Sheep are much more steady. You know where you are with sheep. Goats are flighty and obstreperous. They probably don't even know what that means, so I made it linked to its definition, in case they get around to reading this blog post. We have goats here on the farm too. But this post is not goat-centric, so enough about them.
I would just like to say that around here, there is no need for a Sheep of the Year poll, because clearly I am it.
I will always be it. I suppose one day, when I pass into the everlasting pasture that Mother Earth has set aside for me, then I might let somebody else be Sheep of the Year, but until then, really, there is no need. First of all, I am the only sheep who has lived in the people house for over 2 months.
I remind you here that I even had morning snuggle privileges. Of course, I don't do that now because I live outside. That's a lamb activity, and I'm a sheep now.
Second of all, I am remarkably cute. There is no denying this. It's just the way it is. I was cute from Day 1.
Third of all, I follow Mom like a puppy. I stay right on her heels most of the time. Occasionally, there might be an interesting bit of grass for me to investigate, or a really prime dandelion specimen, but otherwise, I am right there. Dependable. Reliable. I even helped her with making some crocheted booties.
Oh, fourth of all, I am the only sheep on the farm that gets to run around outside the pasture fence. This is because I am dependable and reliable. I don't go places that I shouldn't and I stay close to Mom in case she needs me. In addition, I freely fertilize the entire acreage for Mom's benefit, so she can grow more plants that might be good for me to eat. Of course, when Mom goes into the people house, she puts me back in the pasture, because we don't want the other sheep to stage a riot.
Fifth of all, I talk. The other sheep bleat and carry on with no particular thought in mind. I'm different. I call to Mom specifically when I see her come outside the people house, because I know that the only reason she has come outside is to see where I am and to ensure that I am alright. Isn't that sweet of her? Sometimes, she pretends that she hasn't come outside just to see me, and she carries on with other chores, but I can see her looking at me in her peripheral vision. (that's another term the goats won't understand). I specifically outline my grain and hay and water needs on a daily basis, because with Mom saying she's so busy and all, I wouldn't want her to forget my requirements. She met my requirements so well when I lived in the people house.
So all of this, combined with my many other talents and abilities, make me the perfect sheep, even though I'm not full grown. It was evident from my birth that I was quite perfect. My biological mother seemed to overlook this fact, but really I know she was just intimidated by my perfection and she needed Mom to take me and raise me. So, there is no Sheep of the Year poll on Whispering Acres Farm. And, don't be fooled by the fact that other lambs are going to be due starting in February. That's quite irrelevant. I am it. Enough said.