Beauty In The Eye of the Beholder!

You know how parents and grandparents ALWAYS think their offspring are the most beautiful? Well the same is true of shepherds and their sheep!
So here are the faces that look back at me when I look in on the sheep in the barn. Aren't they beautiful?

We've raised Lincolns for about twelve years now. They are calm, funny, a little bit stubborn! Our first ram was purchased d from Layla and Lawrence Kningsbury who brought the first Lincolns to the State of Maine.

The Kingsburys were happily anticipating the birth of their first Lincoln lambs, and were delighted when a Silver Lincoln Ewe gave birth to twin ram lambs. But their happiness turned to concern when he ewe seemed unintereste in food and water several hours later. Fearing the worst, they called a local veterinarian, George Holmes. Dr Holmes took a look at the ewe, rolled up his sleeve and went in to have a feel arond. When his arm came out it was attache to a healthy third ram lamb who had decided to stay inside where it was warm. The ram grew up with the name George Holmes after that good Maine Veterinarian, and despite his shy birth, he was one of the friendliest most out-going rams we ever had. He greeted visitors to our farm for many years and was also used by several other Lincoln breeders in our area. He lived to be ten years old, and his sons and daughters are producing beautiful Lincoln wool on farms from Maine to Ohio even now.

Every One is different!
I fell in love with the spotted sheep with the horns, more horns, most horns when I got to spin some of the wonderful soft fleece raised by friends Edie and Wayne Van Valkenburg. So wehen I found out they wanted to reduce the size of their flock, I jumped at the chance to acquire some of their stock.

Jacobs are hardy, self-reliant and a little more cautious around people than my other sheep. They are excellent mothers! And it's really fun to look at a group of them...it makes you glad to have spots in your eyes.

Blue-face or Hexham Leicesters are so strange...

Their wool is as shiny as silk, and grows in tiny little ringlets like miniature ovine Shirley Temples.
They have very high bridges to their big roman noses and huge expressive eyes. They are curious, elegant, goofy by turns. They are the only sheep I have ever had that have been observed watching birds fly across the sky aor gazing vainly at their reflections in a puddle!