Bucky writes

Roxie's friend TY recently lost his father and is clearing out his father's home. He sold Roxie two big china hutches and she and her DH took us with them to pick the hutches up. Tim's father lived on Sauvie Island, a big island in the Wilamette River. Here's the view through the living room window.


Roxie didn't get any pictures of freighters moving by, but the house is right next to the major river channel, so these great big car freigthers and other huge cargo ships pass by all the time. But the Island is entirely wildlife refuge and farms. Very beautiful and bucolic.


Miss Lulu was quite smitten with TY. As you can see, he has quite an impressive fleece. Bobby, the photo hog, posed with her.


His hair is quite long down his back, too, as you can see.



I find it very interesting that humans are almost all born with colored wool, and as they age, it gets white. A sheep is born with his or her fleece and that's pretty much the color he or she will be. Roxie explained to us that humans often dye their fleeces while still wearing them. Now Lulu wants to go pink. Lulu, though a charming girl, is rather impulsive. She did have a grand time though, out in the spring air. We even drove past several flocks of sheep with new lambs, and we all waved as hard as we could.

I remember my lamby days: Warm milk and frolics in the pasture. Being so full of life and energy that it just lifted me off my feet and made me run and throw my legs around! Everything was a new experience! Just breathing was exciting. Of course, some of those new experiences weren't so good. When they put the band around the base of my tail, that really hurt! It faded away pretty fast, and soon I couldn't even feel it, but WOW was that a nasty surprise! And the first spell of cold rain and wind - Bucky and I just huddled up close to Maamaa and tried to stay warm. Maamaa promised us that our wool would grown nice and thick and we wouldn't even feel the rain, but it was pretty miserable waiting for it to happen. She would lick us with her warm tongue and that always felt good. And when the sun came out and things warmed up, it made us even happier than before. Grass was juicy and hay was crispy and life was pretty good for a lamb.

But grown up rams like me have responsibilities, and one of those responsibilities is to take Miss Lulu around and show her our beautiful state. Roxie has realized that she needs assistant sheep wranglers if she's going to do a decent job of this, so she is asking her local friends, "Would you like to help show Lulu the city and state?" We could do whatever you like - visit a park, go for a drive, go to the museum or the zoo, whatever suits your fancy. Any volunteers?