Hi, I'm S'more Arabesque, a beautiful 4-year-old fawn katmoget ewe who is an "Indiana Girl" now living in ice-cold northern Wisconsin at Glen Tamarack Farm. My human father didn't think I was quite ready to spend my nights in the lambing pen yet, but my Human Mom said I needed to be in the lambing pen inside and checked on in the middle of the night TWO DAYS ago. It was boring spending two nights in here without a lamb, but in the end they both agreed I looked "like a ping-pong-ball about to roll away" in their words, which I found insulting, but ignored because I am a classy ewe and a 2013, first place winner in the "Dam and Daughter" class at the MSSBA Shetland Show of the Wisconsin Sheep and Wool Festival. Last night my Human Dad set his alarm for 3 am, but at 2 : 15 am my human mom waltzed into the barn telling us she might as well check us now because she woke up with a headache and couldn't get back to sleep yet. I was VERY glad to see her, because I was, UH, in a difficult and embarrassing situation. I could tell she was alarmed when she saw me because she starting pacing fast back and forth as if trying to decide what to do. Instead of HELPING me, however, I heard her mutter, 'OMG, I need to go get Russ out of bed and call the vet." She was dashing out of the barn when she FINALLY saw my lamb, who was stuck between a hay feeder and the wall, struggling to get back to me. I felt so helpless, all I could do was just lay there in the hay with my 4 legs sticking straight out like pegs in a potato. Wasn't she going to help me get up? No, not yet, she grabbed a towel, grabbed my lamb, and started drying her off because in my compromised position I could not reach her to do it myself. Then she brought my lamb over and helped her get a drink. This was a challenge for them to figure out because my lamb is a tall girl to be drinking from a prone ewe, but they figured it out, and just then my human dad walked into the barn with a flashlight. He was a little crabby and was wondering what was taking so long, but my human mom seemed glad to see him and told him she needed help getting me up. Did that ever feel good when I got a couple animal crackers and he set me up on my 4 feet after the lamb was done nursing. I was just fine, but they were wondering if another lamb was coming, and called the vet. I passed the placenta and it was smallish and the lamb weighed 8 pounds, so thank goodness they decided it was a single and not to go in and look. It's 12 hours later now and my baby girl and I are doing very well, thank you. I heard my Human Mom and my Human Dad discussing "Sheep Boot Camp" (or was that "hoof camp"?) for me next summer after my lamb is weaned. I think that means that that even though I am S'More Arabesque", I can't have "S'More" food whenever I ask for it, and that I'm going to have to start exercising again once the snow is gone and the pasture is ready. My not so little fawn katmoget ewe lamb will be named "Brooklyn" because I like their cute little Human Grand-lambs who come to visit sometimes, and one of them likes that name.
Jeanne Dukerschein loves animals and also has enjoyed lifelong interests in fiber arts, nature, and writing. In 2006, she learned to spin her own yarns and purchased her first Shetland ewe. Her poetry and fiber art, as well as her 20-year career as a freshwater biologist, carry common themes of nature, ecology, and