My animals seem to have a thing for giving birth on the holidays lately. A calf for my birthday, now a lamb for Thanksgiving. Somehow when I called everybody up and told them we had a lamb for Thanksgiving they misunderstood. Hmm ... I had to explain that, no, we had the traditional turkey to eat, but were blessed by the birth of a lamb.
That’s the tail end of black momma behind black baby. They are a South Down/Navajo Churro mix. Obviously I'm not into the whole registered breeds preservation aspect. It’s called – you get what you can afford at the time. Anyway, I'm not complaining about the wool or the meat.
Momma’s name is Valentine, because she was born on Valentine’s Day. Should we name baby Thanksgiving? I think not. It would remind me of the freezer every time I saw her. No, that fate will be postponed, because she can reproduce. I think her name will be Grazie, thank you in Italian. Still appropriate, yet more suited to her current station in life. Also in thankfulness to the Sense of Humor that allowed her to be born on this day and to a family grateful for another blessing to help them sustain themselves.
Watch a video of Grazie taking some wobbly steps on Robyn’s personal blog: Around the Homestead.