Category Archives: Relates to YarnTalk stories

Ongoing processing of YarnTalk, an illustrated chapter book and story of SnoBelle, a lamb’s quest for a shawl

Rule #5: PLAY!

Rule #1: Eat Food. Alot! ~ Rule#2: Stick With The Flock! ~ Rule#3: Be Aware! ~ Rule#4: Not To Close! ~ Rule #5: Play Games!

At about age 5-6 days to 2 weeks new

lamb gamboling
Oreo, gamboling.

lambs suddenly get the memo that they can leave their moms and do something more athletic than reaching for the next meal. They see other lambs just like themselves and they start to play. This is when “gamboling” gets so funny. As though on a pogo stick, they bounce and twirl and hop across the pasture. From here through the next several weeks they spend much of their time in the air.

Once I filmed a lamb spinning in a twirl. He stood in one place, as though not knowing what to do, then leaped straight up, whirled, bounced down and up again, and repeated the move

lambs playing
Gamboling, shared from Pinterest-LoveToKnit.Wordpress.

3 times. Then he took off running, snapping kinetic energy between himself and the next lamb to keep them all bouncing. When they get older the energy passes, but even on a crisp autumn day, usually at sunset after a long day of napping and chewing cud, I’ve seen the whole flock gamboling, skipping, running around the pasture in a game of tag. Even a 150 lb. ram, once relieved of his fleece at shearing time, becomes like a kid again and bounces back and forth across the pasture in a spurt of freedom.

Another game sheep like is King-Of-The-Mountain. Usually mom is the mountain. This could be inspired by a large woodpile, a mound of high ground, or any older sheep who’ll lie still for the game. And this is why commercial growers may use lightweight jackets ( fleece protectors) on their sheep. The lambs don’t care. They bounce up, knock off the current “king”, then are butted in a flying leap from the next lamb. The ewes just chew their cud. It must be very meditative for them.

lambs playing
King Of The Mountain, shared from Pinterest.

There was also the time before my flock was established, when my 1st ram lamb created a new game.  Having only his ewe cousin to play with, he looked around for anything to break his boredom. He started knocking down trees. Small saplings, but still 8-10 ft.high with thick bases. He’d butt them, bend them by walking over them, and ram them into the ground. They’d snap back and he’d butt them again. And again. I was going to get him a volley ball on a rope, but it never happened.

Most sheep lead simple lives and usually don’t have to worry about their next meal, a strong fence, or what the shepherd’s up to. So they play. Looks like a good idea to me.

Rule #4: Not Too Close!

Rule #1: Eat Food. Alot! ~ Rule#2: Stick With The Flock! ~ Rule#3: Be Aware! ~ Rule#4: Not To Close! ~ Rule #5: Play Games!

lamb behind ewe
Not too close!

“Us vs. them” is something sheep understand too well. The family tribe is strong and anyone else -keep out of their personal space. But I think this rule depends on upbringing.  And character.

Even though they may come running to my call, (only the “shepherd’s call” – anyone else can forget it.) they have an amusing sense of boundaries when they stop short of my reach. I could stretch out my hand and they will back away, just out of reach. I can almost hear them saying, ” uh uh uh… not too close.” If  I take a step forward,  they take a step backward. But if I  step backward, they take one step forward.  A game of “Simon Sez” anyone?  In the next photo, it may seem like we’re on friendly terms, but they were just out of reach. When I leaned forward, they stepped back. No amount of coaxing would change this.

leaning forward with sheep and lamb
Not too close!

The exception to this is if I have grain, for which Rule #1 takes precedence.

Re: upbringing, bottlebabies are understandably different, rushing to the bottle person whether you have it or not. They will never let you forget it. So, when grown, they still have that familiarity and are more willing to be within close range. This may or not mean close enough to touch, just whatever range they decide is right.

My first ewe and ram lambs came from a plantation that had fairly good contact with their sheep. I walked into a darkened barn and unknowingly, the ram followed me in. I should never have turned my back or been near him at all, but what actually happened was a fluke. He came up behind me and stuck his head under my arm and wanted to be petted. He was  young;  I was naive. I thought it would last. So I took home a couple of his lambs and tried to make friends. They only wanted to run away. Unless I had grain. But in the end, those two lambs started my family of sheep to continue for the next 35 years. Some were more friendly than others, some were more bossy. Some were outright wild. All were real “characters”.

In the YarnTalk story, I’ve sprinkled little sign posts about “the rules” throughout. Each character is reminded about a r

ram
Not too close. This means you!

ule depending on  what’s going on at the time. Of course, SnoBelle ignores the reminders, but she’ll use them in her own way.

At right is Panda. Look in his eye; he’ll stare you down. I wouldn’t want to get close to him either.

Rule #3: Be Aware

2 sheep and a dog       Besides a natural telepathy with each other, their senses are acute. Especially scent. Especially for food. Grain is the main draw, anytime, but hay must be fresh. If it’s fallen onto the ground and they step on it, well then … no longer edible.  It smells like sheep feet and they ignore it. If mimosa is cut on the far side of the pasture, they know it and come running. If grain is hidden in a closed bag where they might find access to it, they will find it. Immediately! Such as the time Ivy entered an unfamiliar classroom with me, and no sooner through the door, whipped the leash out of my hand and charged for the hamster grain at the back of the room, chowing down before I could reach her.

Other senses are just as strong. Sound carries all around from the neighbors’ dogs or an overhead plane  to my call from two acres away. All make their ears twitch and their heads turn. An amazing example is when the shearer comes, who rumbles down the dirt road in a cloud of dust, in an old pick-up. This man appears only once per year, with a definitive engine sound the sheep remember. At his approach from almost a quarter mile away, I’ve seen their heads jerk up, all eyes turn as one, and all focus together towards the road. They know who it is! And what’s coming. And they don’t like it.

Sight might not be at the top of the list, but they are very sensitive to movement. In the distance, if an unclear object moves within their near vicinity, such as another animal approaching through tall moving grasses, or a bird who flies overhead, ears will twitch, eyes will turn, all as one. Colors are not the same as ours and studies have shown a limited range – mostly in the reddish/yellowish shades. My previous dog – large and red, could jump the fence into their pasture. In the YarnTalk stories, since the sheep did not know his name, they imagined he was called “Big Arf”. Big Arf usually ignored the sheep and would explore the far corners of the pasture, stick his nose deep into old woodpiles, and bury his bones in forgotten holes under the trees. Wherever he moved, the sheep’s eyes and ears and noses would follow, raising their heads as one, pointing in his direction like a weathervane. Whenever I looked for him, I looked at them pointing the way. I called them the “Arfvane”.

Sheep have no natural defenses and must stay on top of their game to deal with predators. Their only shield is to run away, or hide. Even rams, protector of the flock, are no match for a dog, or coyote, or an angry snake. Their main “defense” is a good fence. But being hyper-aware is something to be proud of.

Rule #2: Stick With the Flock

lamb leading ewe
Ivy leads her mom on explorations into the woods.

Rule #2: STICK WITH THE FLOCK! Always!
Sheep are flock animals and have close family ties. Mothers and kids will hangout together, in all activities, in all venues, forever. They may slightly separate themselves from other family groups, but always within eyesight. When one responds to something, they all do. Their telepathy is strong, except when one zones out in her own little dream world and takes a few minutes to catch up. Ivy is one of those. When she grazes, I think the action of stepping and chewing, stepping and chewing must be very meditative. Being independent and curious, she will also venture off for a solitary nap, or explorations deeper under the trees. I sometimes call and call when ready to move them to an alternate spot and though the others come running, I often need to search for Ivy, who’s off pawing some new plant she found, distant from the flock, or asleep in a hole, behind the fallen tree, down in the woods, so completely out of sight I might step on her before she wakes.
One exception to the flock rule may be when young lambs are sleeping. They play hard, then drop and take a nap. The ewes keep grazing and gradually widen the spaces between them. Often, one ewe plays babysitter, while the other moms drift away. Then they meet up and switch roles. Other times, they all drift away and forget where they left the lambs. That’s cause for all-out shouting until the lambs wake up and they all find each other again.
But this brings up pecking orders. Even though they stick together and mimic each other, there is a separation of power and who gets to go first. Did you know the ram is not the leader of the flock? His job is to protect and bully and make little lambs. If danger threatens, he’ll face it and even though he’s no match for most predators, he’ll make a big show of it. Mostly with other rams. I personally think they’re not all that brave. They wait ’til you turn your back, then they butt you.
It’s the Head Ewe who leads the flock, decides where the best pasture is, who eats first, and who steps ahead of the line of ewes and lambs all in single file to their next location. With my small family of sheep, it’s Swee’Pea who answers my call first, leads the stampede to breakfast, and yells when the flock needs something. Swee’Pea is the daughter of the original SnoBelle from the story, and also Ivy’s mom. Though always part of the flock, their independence runs deep.

The Rules, #1: Eat Food! ALOT!

In YarnTalk, my story of the lambs and the fiber processes, Maa Dixie Belle gives 5 rules for the flock. No. 1 is “Eat Food! Alot!”
The others I’ve deduced from watching them, usually based on how they sense their world around them. The other rules are:
2. Stick with the flock!
3. Be aware!
4. Not too close!
5. Play Games!
More on those later.

#1 – EAT! seems to be written in capital letters, just for them. They’re always hungry. Though many sheep will live off forage entirely,  to me,  a barren winter pasture should have some help. My sheep are wool sheep and if they’re going to have quality wool, they need a high protein grain. So they have become accustomed to breakfast as soon as I wake up. That’s “as soon as I wake up”. Not after I’m audibly moving around, or visibly on my way to the shed. That’s from the moment I wake up, they know it. And they start yelling for breakfast. And when I appear, they stampede to the trough.

Sheep are creatures of habit ,  following  the same pattern, over and over. For instance, when lining up at the trough for any meal, they must approach in the same order, position themselves in “their” spot, and dive in. “Diving in” is important, hence their No.1 rule.  Maybe I should call it “Eat Food. Alot! NOW!” It doesn’t matter if they just had breakfast and meandered away from the shed, following the same path in the same order. If you call them again, they will stampede over and repeat the same exact pattern again, as though the first meal never happened.

Beyond their usual grain, they also like candy. Err…mimosa. For some reason my sheep have developed a big attachment to chewing these large fronds of greenery that I’ve never seen with other sheep. And they’ve passed it down through the generations, as long as I’ve been here. They may be skittish and aloof apart from coming for their meals, but if I go out to the pasture and pull down a mimosa branch, they come running. Or stampeding.  When clearing debris around the yard, they know if mimosa is involved and rush at the fence, baaing and demanding their share.

They have curious tastes. It’s a sheep thing.

Ivy and SnoBelle, Adventurous Lambs

Ivy, the lamb, has found a place in my classroom demos. Since I’m a fiber artist, I often introduce myself by way of loading up all the weaving equipment and taking it to show students what I do. Starting with raw wool,  it’s processed through carding, dyeing, spinning, and weaving. Often, the kids get hands-on experience by trying the loom and petting and feeding Ivy. Touching her wool, which is soft with natural lanolin, is a perfect way to present “texture”, one of my key concepts in many of the art activities.

               Awhile back I started writing about the fiber processDemos with Ivy, the lamb

 from the sheep’s perspective. Do they wonder why their wool is taken and what happens to it?  At the time, SnoBelle, a real lamb, inspired the first chapters of YarnTalk. SnoBelle got her name because she was born in a dark woods late in the night, and in the process of helping her mother, I could hardly see beyond black trees and thick black undergrowth . But the flashlight picked out the new lamb, which shown wet and bright in the darkness, white as snow. From the start, SnoBelle was an adventurer. She grew up to become Ivy’s grandmother.

               Ivy is not fond of traveling, but once we arrive at our  destination, she’s all for exploring and visiting with anyone who  offers her a handout.I didn’t always have a lamb available that was small enough to fit in the car, or friendly or cooperative enough for visits. Ivy, actually two-yrs. old now, turned out to be a dwarf, and a bottlebaby.  A neighbor helped feed her,  familiarizing her with strangers and many dogs. At school, I give each student a small handful of grain, so that Ivy will go to each one as they sit in a circle and eat out of their hand. It tickles and the kids laugh. (It seems sheep will do anything for grain. Walking into one new classroom, she once made a beeline for the empty hamster cage, and devoured the leftover grain before I could pull her away. ) Hence the sheep’s #1 rule in the stories: “EAT food! ALOT.” Surprising even to me, Ivy follows on a leash and I found that while I’m talking to the class, she doesn’t need to be held and will just hang around and watch. See her in the photo, behind the spinning wheel. Most of our trips are an hour or two visiting a single class, but at one school, she was “on the job” the entire day, interacting with several classes while 200 kids waited in line to pet her. Ivy is a trooper and just as curious and independent as SnoBelle is in the stories.

               For school visits, camps or private groups/birthdays, if you’re in  the Tally area and would like a visit from Ivy, contact me for more info. You may also see more photos and art activities listed on my pages, “YarnTalk“, “School Presentations“,  and “Dyed ‘N Wool Art Activities“.

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