This is the story of Blossom, our little lamb.It all started because I have always wanted
to have some sheep.Three years ago we
“borrowed” four sheep from a farmer who lives near our summer home in the
foothills of the Berkshire Mountains in western Massachusetts.We had a wonderful time caring for them and
watching them graze peacefully in our meadow. One of the sheep was a ewe named
Lucky.When it was time to give the
sheep back for the winter, my granddaughter Clementine was especially sad to
see Lucky go.
Once back at their farm, it was decided that they would
breed Lucky.On a very cold night in
February of 2014, Lucky gave birth to twin lambs, a boy and a girl.The boy was doing very well, but the little
girl was smaller and having a harder time.But then we got a call that the little boy lamb had died, we think from
hypothermia (being too cold).The next
day they said the little girl lamb was unable to stand and very ill.The farmer said it was up to God and nature,
but I thought Jane Dyer might be able to help too.
We brought the little lamb back to our house in the city and
I brought her up to my third floor studio
in a box lined with some wool from her mother.We had to tube feed her and give her shots every 4 hours, according to
instructions from the vet.She was too
weak to even take a bottle, and could not stand.Her legs did not seem to work.
Gradually she began to get a little better, so I brought her
box down to the living room of our house.We tried bringing her back to her mother, but Lucky was not being very
good about letting her nurse, but we couldn’t blame her, the little lamb still
could not stand, although she was beginning to try.
We brought her back to our home again and began to bottle-feed
her every four hours, setting our alarm at night.She started to stand on one leg, then two,
and finally after a few weeks, she could use her third leg just enough to drag
the other back leg around as she tried to walk.We put a diaper on her and let her walk around the living room.When her last leg was finally stronger, I
took her outside for a walk on the sidewalk.People were calling me “Mary”.
As she continued to gain strength, we took her to my
daughter’s house outside of Boston.There she lived with my three grandchildren and their two bunnies.At night she would sleep with one of the
children’s toys, a big stuffed sheepdog named “Fluffy”.As the little lamb continued to grow and gain
strength, my grandchildren named her “Blossom”.
Blossom would run around outside with the children and come
running in with them and leap onto the sofa, ready for story time.On Fridays, the children always get to watch
a movie, and Blossom was right there with them.She often fell asleep curled up next to them, and sometimes they would
fall asleep together.But when it was
time for the children to go up to their beds, Blossom would cuddle up with Fluffy.
Blossom loved playing with the bunnies, Timothy and Willie,
so when Spring arrived and it was time to bring sheep back to our farm, my
daughter packed up Blossom, the bunnies, and Fluffy the stuffed dog.We retrieved Lucky and two other lambs and
reunited Lucky and Blossom, and introduced them to the other lambs.As it turned out, the two lambs were very
mean to Blossom (we called them the evil twins) and they wouldn’t let her eat
or sleep with them.At night we would
put Blossom on the other side of our little sheep barn with Timothy, Willie,
and of course, Fluffy, where they would all sleep peacefully together.
One day we brought Fluffy, the stuffed sheepdog out into the
field with Blossom.The evil twin lambs
were scared of Fluffy, so I thought that they must think Blossom to be very
brave.But then they went up to Fluffy
as Blossom stood next to her in the meadow, sniffed the toy dog, and realizing
it was not a danger, butted Blossom away.Then the twin sheep lay down next to Fluffy!
It was hard to see everyone being mean to Blossom, so we fed
her in the other part of the barn.Eventually, Blossom wanted to try to fight her way over to the feeding
trough and fend for herself, and she wanted to sleep on that side of the barn,
too.It was hard to let her go.She was becoming a real sheep.
Blossom’s second spring is almost here.Lucky and Blossom have spent their winter
with some very nice sheep where they have made friends, and soon it will be
time to bring them back to our summer home.