My heartfelt story

[Farmercharliesblog]

When I was 12 (I still am) I was in 6th grade (I’m in 7th) I was asked to help out at my neighbors sheep farm during lambing. I loved working there. On my 3rd day of lambing there was a hard birth that set me off. I had to undergo lotts of therapy to get over that night. During that night my boss was on the farm with an experienced sheep farmer and another girl had my new flashlight. I was holding a young girl lamb and keeping her warm because her brother was hogging their mother. She survived the night and is thriving. The hard birth when Tom for hours. Eventually my mom had to come pick me up around 8:00pm for school the next day. I cried all night. Around midnight my mom got a text that said the baby came out unalive. I cried all night and was unable to go to school the next day. Mind you this is mid February and my grades are low. I when to school on the next day aka Tuesday. I told know one about that night. I when back the next week to help at the sheep farm because it was only one night. The next few days I learned about these 2 baby sheep who where fighting to stay alive and where on the verge of death. I took them both in and they lived in this shed that we used to keep baby chicks in. They he night I took them home was the 1 night a year my parents go out. My grandpa and brother made the chick shed a lamb paradise. They lived in that for a while. A few days later my grades when yup and I got another dying lamb. I had nurses the other 2 back to health so we’ll 1 more sheep to fix would be nothing. His name was trooper. He passed away the next day. He was living in our basement because he was so sick. I was in math class when they told the school over the loud speaker to have a moment of silence and for me to come to the office. I when to the office through the silent school only to be told my mom is on her way to pick me up and trooper was dead. I cried for 2 days. We had a funeral and everything. Me and my brother did not go to school for 2 days. A few days later we got another sheep to rescue. He lived in our basement to. Every night my brother would teach him how to walk and help him gain strength. Eventually my brother was to tired to go to school and told us the whole story of what he did every night from bedtime at 8:00 to 5:00 which is an hour before the first person had to wake up to get ready for school. He got about an hour of sleep a night. The 3 baby’s have thrived and we walk them as often as possible. It is December now and they still need their hugs and kisses. They also play with us and give us kisses. Today buddy the one we rescued after trooper tried to jump into my arms and he also gave me kisses with his snow covered face. I walked inside with my face sobered in show and minirals I love my baby’s. This morning tiny one of the originals needed a hug and happy another original wanted to play with me like he does with my mom. I gave them all what they wanted.

 

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Photos of my luvys.

 

[Baymule]

They will make wonderful pets and teach you a lot about sheep.

 

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We use them for camps and to educate children about sheep. Me and my brother are “animal ambassadors” like on that show the zoo. We have our own uniforms and text group. My bro just gets embarrassed easily so you can’t find any evidence of him doing this except from word of mouth.