Every time I look at Izzy, I see Ma, our wonderful old sheep who barely survived lambing, was a wonderful mother to Debbie and Jake (he did not survive youth) and then died six months later. Ma was old and tired, she came to us as a rescue sheep with a very heavy coat. She and Red tangled for awhile, then worked things out.

Ma was as sweet as she was dumb, and Izzy strikes me as the same. She is friendly, she comes running up to me when I come out, is very attacked to Rosemary and will have some beautiful wool for Maria to sell.

She is just like Ma, I wonder if she is not Ma reincarnated. Sometimes I believe in reincarnation, sometimes not. Mostly I accept that there are things I can’t explain, and Izzy’s resemblance of Ma in every way is one of them.