Sisters for Maggie and Molly

It has been just over three weeks since I got my two little lambs, Maggie and Molly. After having them about a week, my Dad thought that a pair of little white lambs would be a great addition. So, I was on the lookout for a pair of little white Katahdin ewe lambs.

I mentioned this to my friend Meg, who runs the barn at work. One day I got a message from her saying that a friend of hers had a pair of white Katahdin lambs the same age as Maggie and Molly that she was trying to sell. Was I interested? I sure was!

I messaged Meg’s friend and made plans to go see the little lambs. They were quite a bit more skittish than Maggie and Molly, but my Dad and I both liked them so we decided to go ahead and get them. We made arrangements to go back and pick them up three days later.

The next morning, I got a text asking if I could come to get them that night as they kept escaping. It was my nephew’s fourth birthday party that night, so I could not but said I could pick them up the next morning.

So, about 6:50 last Friday morning we arrived to pick up the two new little additions. The lambs were locked in a barn so that they could not escape. I had collars for each of them and we went in. We got the collars on them and picked them up, put them in the truck and we were off. That part was easier then I had expected, knowing how skittish they were.

The next decision was names. I decided that each year I want to pick one letter and name them all starting with that letter. My rationale is that in a few years when I have many sheep, I will be able to remember which ones are the same year by the letter of their name. Who knows if it will work, but that is what my plan is.

So, we needed two more M names. My nieces and nephew were anxious to help. I had initially liked Mckinley and Morgan. I love Alaska so Mckinley would have been named for Mt. McKinley or Denali. The rest of my family was not big on Mckinley. We thought about Madison, Millie, Mckenzie, Maura, Maude, and Margaret. Nothing seemed just right. We got them to my house and let them out. I said what about Mya and my Mom said no, I don’t really like that. What about Mia she said.  Mia…. The littler of the two white lambs is almost albino looking and very petite. Mia. I really liked it so we settled on Morgan and Mia.

Maggie and Molly weren’t really sure what to think of their sisters at first. They were baaing from the pasture while Morgan and Mia were baaing from the truck. They did really well meeting each other and have all four become buddies. Molly is definitely the dominant one and doesn’t let anyone forget that they are living in her world. It’s kind of funny.

Maggie and Molly continue to be super friendly. I’ve even started calling them my free-range lambs. When I’m outside, I often let them out of the pasture and let them graze in the yard. They never go very far and often will just follow me around. Morgan and Mia get very jealous when Maggie and Molly are out. I made a rookie mistake when I forgot to put the broccoli plants that I have in a container up. I looked over just as Maggie got to them. She bit a leaf before I got to her, but how can I ever be mad at my sweet little Maggie?

Our goal for the weekend is to get a temporary pasture set up where we have some lush green grass. Hoping to get a pasture rotation going so that their current pasture will be able to grow a bit.

 

Laura Reed

About Laura Reed

After 15 years in college athletics, the last seven as an assistant athletics director, I was burned out with 70-hour work weeks and extensive travel. I resigned my position and accepted a position in marketing at a small, vibrant college in my hometown of Unity, Maine. In the process I wanted to go back to my childhood where we raised polled Herefords, had a Christmas Tree Farm and spent many hours outside. I decided I wanted to build my own home on beautiful farmland that my family owns. With help from my Dad, the most talented person I’ve ever met, we are building my home together. I have decided to blog my experience – the ups and downs, the joys and frustrations. What was once an open field will one day be my home! The dream in my head is becoming reality. I can just see the lambs frolicking in the field, chickens in the barnyard and going running with my Alaskan Malamute!