Leaps and Bounds

Now I understand the phrase “growing by leaps and bounds”! Snowflake and Aurora Charlotte are leaping and bounding all over the place while they grow so very quickly. Here they are at nearly a month old.

Aurora Charlotte and Snowflake with their mother

Today is shearing day so I’ll get to see what size Fleur-de-Lys and Beau really are under all that Icelandic wool. This will be their first shearing.

I think Chloe will be relieved to get her wool off because for some reason it’s matted this year. I even cut some off her because clumps were staying damp around her neck during the rainy time. Thank you to my shearer for making shearing a calmer event for Chloe. He has the magic touch!

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Life at Lamb Speed

It’s hard to work with the call of the lambs, two little ones growing up at warp speed, beckoning me outside to watch them at rest and play.

two lambs with their mother

Fleur and her twins

The twins are no longer curling up for a nap in the food bowls, not because they no longer fit, but because they have moved beyond that. They are out in the wider world, and have already learned to run around the open gate to reach their mother instead of wondering what to do when they find themselves behind it. All this at only 11 days old!

Aurora Charlotte the lamb

Aurora Charlotte, 11 days old

This morning when I let the sheep out of the safe area where they spend the night, Beau and the two lambs did that special sheep dance together—pronging down the drive and bouncing around each other with those special sheep sideways twists in the air. It looked like sheer fun to me!

Snowflake the lamb

Snowflake, 11 days old

Later, I went out to check on them and found everyone taking a rest in the lush green grass. Calm sanctuary moment. I am so happy that I can arrive and move among them without creating a single ripple. They gaze placidly at me and continue their calm rest. I am an honorary member of the flock. I am ever aware of what an honor this is, and I give thanks every day. I will know that I have moved from honorary to full membership when they do their pronging, airborne dance with me!

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Happiness in a Bowl of Hay

Misty morning on the sanctuary. Since the new lambs kept climbing in their mama’s breakfast bowl, I put out two bowls of hay, thinking Fleur would get a chance to eat out of at least one of them.

lambs sleeping in two bowls of hay

Snowflake and Aurora, 4 days old

When I went back to check on them all a few minutes later, though, here is what I found. I wonder how long it will be before they outgrow the bowls!

 

 

ewe and two lambs

Fleur and her twins

What a good mother! Watching over her babies as they sleep in her breakfast…

 

 

 

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Little Goddesses

Fleur’s twins have grown amazingly already. Here they are at two days old.

ewe with twin lambs

Snowflake and Aurora with their mom, Fleur-de-Lys

The lambs’ names arrived soon after they did. Snowflake is the white one and Aurora Charlotte is the spotted lamb. Aurora’s second name is in honor of our beloved Charlotte, my remarkable teacher in the Way of the Sheep.

Every time I set out a bowl of food for Fleur—pellets, grass, or hay—one or both lambs climb into the bowl, and even sometimes take a nap there.

lamb napping in bowl next to twin and mother

Naptime

 

 

 

 

 

 

lamb in bowl next to twin and mother

Sanctuary

We all welcome you to the sanctuary, Snowflake and Aurora Charlotte!

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More Surprises

After morning feeding, I was back inside contemplating a cup of coffee when I heard baaing that kept going intermittently. This was unusual, so I went out to see what was going on.

Here’s what I thought it was all about:

cows in a green field
herd of cows in a field

The cows on the ranch next to us were lined up along the fence, come to visit the animals on the sanctuary. They do this from time to time. The sheep were baaing, either commenting or communicating, I thought, but this too was not their usual way.

Here’s what was really going on:

Fleur the sheep with twin lambs

Fleur-de-Lys and her new babies

Fleur-de-Lys gave birth to twins! I’m sure the animals all knew this was coming, but, as with Ulysses the donkey, it was a surprise to me. We could even say a miracle birth because an ultrasound last fall had come back negative for pregnancy and Fleur had not been with a ram after that. Hmm…

I was there for the birth. Fleur did wonderfully. The little white lamb arrived first and then, about a half hour later, the gray one—both girls. It’s so amazing how quickly hoofed babies get to their feet. The first one was a bit dazed and lay there for some minutes. The second one, probably more than ready to come out, stood up almost immediately after emerging into the world and was soon searching vigorously for her mother’s udder.

two new lambs and mother ewe

2 hours after birth

Welcome to the Animal Messenger Sanctuary, little lambs!

white lamb

Fleur's first daughter to arrive

gray lamb

Fleur's second daughter

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So Many Choices

Not so much writing lately. Hard to stay inside at the computer when the sun and the animals are calling. This morning I scrubbed out the birdbaths, which the animals drink from too, the baths being at a perfect height for leisurely drinking.

Ulysses the donkey at the water bucket

The many choices of Ulysses

Just after I finished refilling them came Ulysses, the youngest donkey, to see what I was up to. Here he is deciding whether to drink from the bucket or the birdbath. He ended up going for a third option—coming over to me for some hugs and coat scratching. I obliged, marveling yet again and still that I get to do this.

Meanwhile, his father was blissfully massaging his neck on the Gate to Everywhere.

Raphael the donkey scratching on the gate

Raphael giving himself a massage

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Sheep and Turkey and Cat, Oh My

I looked out the kitchen window this morning to see the three sheep lying in the driveway like little sphinxes, basking in the sun after the heavy rains we had in the night. A wild turkey hen who has been a guest at the sanctuary lately was standing next to Chloe, her feathers fluffed out around her as she calmly preened. As I watched, Lorca, my sleek mostly black cat walked through the group. All were happy and unperturbed.  It’s a good day for witches and their familiars.

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Wings of Joy

hummingbird at feeder

Messenger of Joy

Hummingbird medicine is joy. Joy dies when caged. Resurrection eve is a time that reminds us all to let our souls go free, to ask ourselves: “What part of me am I caging? Where am I not letting myself fly go free?”

Hummingbird asks us to open the doors of our heart and fly.

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A Leap into the Void

Yesterday was the day of the fool. The fool in Tarot is that blessed one who walks through the world unafraid, the one who, kin to the message of the blank rune, is willing to take an empty-handed leap into the void. Running the sanctuary on a wing and a prayer, I feel as though I am regularly leaping empty-handed into the void.

I sat down today to write about nature spirits, but the fool rushed in instead. “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” I’m not sure that Alexander Pope meant what his quote has come to mean, that fools are reckless, attempting things the wise avoid. I can’t imagine that angels are afraid of anything, and they have wings, after all. What do you think Pope meant?

As for me, I’m going with fools, angels, and nature spirits to help me through this chaotic, often dark, difficult transition time we humans are in right now. This is no time for fear.

tiny fawn beneath a foxglove arch

Fairy Fawn

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Happy Rolling Equines

The three donkeys just ran by. I jumped up from the computer to look out the other window of my writing tower and see what they were running to.

Pegasus, in her paddock area, was rolling in the sun-dried dirt—her first chance to roll after the days of rain that have kept the ground too muddy for rolling. The donkeys ran up to the fence and, with ears up, a sign of intent interest, watched her roll. She was in the prime rolling spot. It’s in the area where they eat dinner, and the donkeys often take a roll there, even before turning to their food, when they come in at the end of the day.

Raphael couldn’t stand it and dropped to the ground where he stood in the grass on the other side of the fence, joining Pegasus in luxurious rolling, even though grass doesn’t give as good a back rub as dirt. I smile to see all this happy rolling.

It’s said that it is impossible to keep a donkey clean, for they love rolling even more than horses do. My three donkeys choose their spots and one will wait while the other rolls, then drop down onto the same spot when the first one gets up. I see them taking turns like this. Joy is a perfect back rub.

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