A few nights ago, under a dark and bitter cold sky, I slept soundly in my bed. Meanwhile, my wife and son—the two shepherds of our family—climbed the hill to our barn to help deliver our first ewe lamb of the season. By morning, I had the chance to hold her in my arms, and she was as sweet as she could be.
The ewe was a first-time mother, and we worried she might reject her lamb. But our concerns quickly faded since she immediately took to the lamb and became nurturing and protective.
The new lamb was a great mood boost at the farm. A few weeks ago, we lost an old friend, Gypsy. She was 14 years old and my son’s first lamb when he turned 5 years old. Gypsy was all of our favorite because she loved to have her head scratched and would follow us around until we gave her a peppermint candy.
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I looked up the word, gypsy and found Romany or Roma. It’s a dark haired ethic gypsy, which might represent a rebirth of your lost favorite friend.
She’s adorable!
Thanks!