When I got home this afternoon, I heard a sheep bleating in the back yard. At first, I thought one of ours had gotten out, though it sounded like a lamb, whereas we have no lambs yet. When I went up, sure enough there was a lamb, maybe 3 or 4 months old. Not sure where she came from, but there she was, bigger than life. She was friendly, following me around, but not getting too close.
Imagine my my surprise when I looked in the barnyard and then saw a pig. We have never had a pig, though we often keep bacon on the premises.
The pig and the lamb (currently known as Laurel and Hardy) seem to get along very well, as long as they have separate feeding bowls. They are spending the night in Ramshackle, which is the fenced and sheltered area we kept Mac, our ram, until we sold him last week.
The fact that they showed up at the same time and seem to get along, makes me believe they arrived together. What confounds me is that I found the lamb in the yard and the pig in the barnyard, which means that one of them had to get past two fences with latched gates. One of the fences is five feet tall and very formidable–none of our dogs has ever gotten over or under that fence.
Some of you might recall that another lamb, Sophie Walker, showed up a couple of years ago. Try as we did, we never found her owner. Now a lamb brings a pig–or perhaps it is a pig on the lam.
Anyway, if I was the type to think the universe is sending us messages, I might think we need to operate a home for wayward livestock. Or I might think we need to eat more bacon.
