Wednesday morning we woke up to a surprise. Brad said, “One of the ewes gave birth to a Border Collie last night!”. So the kiddos and I quickly dressed, normally a 30-45 minute affair but miraculously we were out the door in less than 5 and headed to the barn…to find a black sheep or rather a spotted sheep.
The “Black Sheep” is an idiom used to describe an odd or unconventional member of the family and so this little guy is the odd one out. Jacob quickly looked to see if he was a ram lamb, knowing boys are likely sold. But how can you not fall in love with this odd looking creature that bares resemblance to Ripp.
The ram and ewe were white. His twin is white. White is preferentially selected for the ease of dying the wool. But sometimes recessive genetics just have to do what they do and you end up with a black sheep, or spotted sheep, or white sheep with a black spot, etc.
He ventured out of the jugs today to meet the rest of the flock. More so than with any other lamb, the rest of the group quickly ran over to check this odd creature out. They stomped and sniffed, armed to defend themselves against something that is novel or different. Nature has conditioned them to guard against that which may be a threat but with a moment of investigation they quickly accepted the novel one as one of their own.
“Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch how they quickly transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves. When one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.” Wes Angelozzi
Lessons from the Sheep Barn