Ma is a rescue sheep, she had some rough years before she got to a farm in Vermont and then came here, she hadn’t been shorn in a few years and would run headlong into Red when he tried to herd her. She plows into me all the time – I don’t think she sees me – and knocks me over.  I think she is one of the sweetest and dumbest animals I have ever encountered, she just lives in her own space. She is also about to explode, her belly looks like the hull of a battleship, her udder is out, she has bagged up. I think she is ready to give birth at any moment, I reallly hope I don’t have to reach in there and pull her lambs out, I am sure she has two.

She is the size of a small horse, but has the brain of a housefly. She and her babies will produce a lot of wool for Maria to sell as yarn. You can hear the wind whistling through her ears.