Life With the Woolies: Raising Sheep

By Robin Rye
Published on September 1, 1973
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A flock in their pasture in early spring.
A flock in their pasture in early spring.
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A ewe with her two newborn lambs.
A ewe with her two newborn lambs.
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The flock huddling around their winter feeder.
The flock huddling around their winter feeder.

If you’re thinking of raising sheep, I envy you the adventure … and maybe I can help you to avoid some of the misadventures.

My own life with the woolies began 25 years ago when I brought five sheep home to the farm in a station wagon. The road ran through a hilly town, and–as the car followed the ups and downs of the terrain–my introduction to the creatures was the sight in the rear-vision mirror of horns sliding toward the back of my head.

The next few days brought both joy and sorrow. One of the ewes suddenly gave birth to a lamb out of season, and all the other sheep sickened. I leaned on the fence rails and wept while my flock died.

Then I did what I should have done in the first place: I visited the county agent and did some research on my own. Although I had lived in the country all my life I didn’t know a thing about sheep, and now I admitted it. (Lesson One: Never buy animals out of a strange flock unless you check them first for internal parasites.)

My second little flock of four were Suffolks: long-legged, strong, and springy. I watched while they leaped 46-inch fences, sold them to someone else the next day, and bought half a dozen clean Hampshires … the breed I’ve raised to this day.

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