Like a walk through the country side living on a small farm is full of daily surprises, sometimes wonderful and amazing, and other times puzzling and sad. I hope you will walk with me as I live out my dream of living on this tiny farm. You will come to know the dogs, cats, Shetland sheep and chickens that make up this farm and what goes into keeping them happy and healthy. Come and join the journey with me.

Monday, July 12, 2010


March 22, 2004--July 9, 2010

Rocky was born to a big Dorset ewe, June, who had large dramatic eyes and a creamy fleece. His sire was Blue the big Merino. His brother was born first, and as Rocky was being born, I thought something was wrong with his face. Then I realized he just had his momma's big eyeliner eyes! Little did I realize there was something else wrong with the little fellow.

It didn't take long to see though that something wasn't right. The little guy couldn't stand up, and when he did, he couldn't stay up. Rocky was the first and so far only bottle lamb I've had in the ten years I've kept sheep. He stayed with his Mom that night and the next day, as I was hoping that things would improve. June was becoming very skeptical of the little thing and would bat him away with her head. She was never terribly mean about it, but very firm.

Off to the vet we went to see if they could tell what was up. My Mom drove and Rocky rode calmly on my lap in the front seat of the van. At the vet's there was much bewilderment, and finally an attempt to make a wire frame and cast for his front leg that seemed most effected. Sixty-five dollars later we were on our way home. I left the cast on one day, and then took it off. He could not get up at all with it on. Even I could tell it wasn't his front leg that was the problem, but something in the construction of his shoulders was off--something a leg cast was never going to fix.

By then Rocky was standing on his own and could even do quite the little run and playing gig. I tried to keep him in the house at night, but the slick floors defeated him, so out to the barn he went to his own stall at night. Eventually he spent most of the day in a pen by the house, nights in the barn with the flock and when I was home, dogging (or lambing?) my footsteps. His front legs were always going to be shorter than his back legs, but he managed quite well.

For a bottle lamb he sure was a stubborn and independent cuss. Once he was big enough to be with the sheep he went out with them during the day and became a solid flock member.

He loved the lambs and for many years would participate in lamb races. Since he couldn't run as fast as the lambs (although he could run pretty darn fast when he was younger!), he would strategically place himself about halfway down the lamb race route and join them on the last half of their lap. It was quite the sight to see. The other sheep always accepted him and never gave him any hassles. The only danger was at feeding time when it was 'every ewe for herself', so I fed Rocky separate.

As he aged he lost some of the agility and mobility he possessed in his first years. Each year he seemed to lose a little more, but still seemed cheerful and in good spirits. Only in the last year, for the first time, had I noticed that his light was waning. I had made up my mind to have him put down in the fall so that he wouldn't have to endure another winter.

Most farms would not have kept Rocky alive. But as you probably figured out this isn't most farms. As long as he seemed to be in no pain, I was willing if he was to let him live out his life here. Life always had challenges for Rocky, but his stubborn, independent spirit overcame them daily. He always had to do things his way, and I'd often get exasperated at him, but also admired his spunk.

Rest well, little guy, we miss you very much.


Vicki Lane said...

A lovely memory of your Rocky.

pinkglitterfae said...

awww, What a sweet little guy.
Thank goodness for people like you, who give an animal with problems a chance to live out their life. You are right about most farms, he wouldn't have stood a chance in his condition.
Sounds like Rocky had a pretty good life with you

Michelle said...

You have a huge heart. So sorry a piece of it got broken....

Nancy K. said...

You are a wonderful human being. The world would be a much better place if there were more people like you!

Louise said...

A wonderful tribute to a special boy. You gave him a place to be himself, and he, in return, gave you many wonderful memories.

thecrazysheeplady said...

Beautiful. Sad, but beautiful.

I need orange said...

I am sorry for your loss.

He was a lucky guy to be where his individual light was encouraged to shine.

AJ-OAKS said...

Great tribute and memory of Rocky. Yo uhave a heart of gold.
Goodnight Rocky.

Ok Acres said...

What a wonderful story! I'm sure a higher power knew that Rocky needed to be born at your farm.
God bless you

Kim said...

What a sweet face and what a hero; he was "The Little Sheep Who Could."

Kathy said...

Oh, Tammy...
I was so sorry to read about Rocky's passing. It is so hard when we know we live longer than our furry-wooly friends.
As I read Rocky's story, I realized he was born exactly where he was supposed to be - in your life - and at your farm. He was very lucky to have you for his "Mum".
And may your heart be at peace knowing he is not in pain any longer.