Monday, August 02, 2010

Barry White is alive...and living with my sheep

Or so you might think, if you ever heard them. (Or should that be, "herd" them?) There's the usual symphony of nasal blatting, followed by the deep, bass rumbling of "Barry":
a.k.a. Leonidas, our ram. The funny part is, he is the smallest member of the flock. (And when we got him, he was the smallest Shetland I had ever seen.) But when he speaks, it's like listening to chocolate thunder.

Here he is at 1 yr. old, riding in the passenger seat of a Dodge Dakota, on his way to his first haircut and shearing demonstration. (Told you he was tiny...)
Of course, we are expecting big things of him, despite his small beginnings, so our fingers are crossed and the band is warming up.

Let me introduce Love Unlimited:
That's Secret and Angel, the back-up singers, and oh yeah, Alexander (on the right) plays the keyboards.

Walkin' in the rain with the one I love....

7 comments:

Susan said...

He has grown into quite a handsome character, hasn't he? Very 'dreamboat-y' eyes. He was such a tiny little thing - glad to see he's blossomed under your very good care.

Melodie said...

What great pictures! I bet your Barry is going to do just fine with the ladies,lol!

Michelle said...

Lambs! I see lambs in your future! Your Barry White is, fittingly, black. My Barry White is, well, white.... :-)

Christine said...

LOL, the pictures are priceless! Love it.

Mama Pea said...

I think your Leonidas is a very good looking fella. Remember, bigger is not always better! ;o)

Genny said...

He's gorgeous, and I LOVE Barry White's voice. So lowwwwe. LOL! Do your sheep "roo" (I think is the correct term) their fleece? They're suprisingly small and beautiful.

melanie said...

Genny - Shetland sheep often "roo" or naturally lose their fleece after the rise (an marked increase in lanolin) that usually occurs around March. Some "roo" easier than others...

Until this year, mine had always been shorn and did not show any signs of naturally rooing. But by April, one of my ewes, Secret, was releasing a lot of her fleece. She was only partially interested in standing around while I harvested. So the remainder was taken the usual way - with my hand shears.