Friday, December 3, 2010

Grass Fed Lamb

Newborn twin lambs soaking up some sunshine on a cool Spring morning
Grass Fed Lamb...that phrase may have some appeal to many people...but possibly the least of all who it appeals to is the Shepherdess. How hard it was to take some of my Spring lambs to the Processor this morning. There's a few down sides to raising animals and this is one of them. With a sad heart, some tears and lots of reasoning - I said good bye to these beautiful animals that I delivered and have lovingly cared for these past 6 months. Instead of continuing to think of their future, I'm choosing to look at their past. Sadly for so many animals their short lives on this earth are bleak and pain filled. I'm thankful for little lambs who have content days full of frolicking in green fields next to their mother's side - never an empty belly or a hurt gone unnoticed and untreated.

Early one hot summer morning while making my rounds, I drop all that's in my hands and run to the side of a fallen lamb. A raging fever had set in, he was severely dehydrated and was too weak to lift his head. I swooped him up in my arms and carried him back to the barn - it was touch and go for a couple days, but  with care and weeks of neither of us giving up, he rejoined his family in the field and grew to be the biggest of all the lambs with piercingly bright eyes - eyes, that with one look could see right through you. Each day I would make a habit of visiting him in the field and he, so trusting and bold, would come to me and nibble clover and sweet alfalfa from my fingers. A dear bond between a Shepherdess and her sheep, no words can explain it. Saying good bye to this little lamb this morning was indeed a tough moment, but never did he waver. Still trusting his Shepherdess to the very end. Every day this flock teaches me something, heart to heart moments that last a lifetime. How very blessed I am, but the blessings are not without some hardship. I'm thankful indeed for little moments in the past to reflect on, that remind me to count my blessings instead of my sorrows. Without them, I surely would not be the kind of Shepherdess my little lambs need me to be. To love them, lead them and let them go...