This is Tiny.
Tiny is one of our "wethers", so his purpose in life is basically to do one thing~ eat.
Which he does very well.
So well in fact, that he bullies everyone else away from the food.
Now before you judge him, let me tell you his story....
When Tiny came to us, he was supposed to be a "she"..... we brought him home along with two other ewes but it was soon apparent he was not like the others. After a couple of days we finally figured it out.... but by then we felt too sorry for him to send him back because we knew he would be going to the slaughterhouse. He was so small and timid... and he had been picked on by the others so much that he was very malnourished and weak. To be honest, I didn't even know if he would live or not.
This was not long after he got him, and he was so sad-looking.
Under all that wool was nothing but skin and bones.
Now, if you have read my blog for any time, you know how I am about helpless animals that cross my path... :)... so, of course he got a little "extra special" treatment from me.
As in, extra helpings of feed and lots of snuggling and love.
And I think I created a monster.
Now he thinks ALL the food should be his.... but he is also so lovable I can't stay mad at him.
He is the only one of all my sheep that will come up to me and nudge me
and lay his head on my side and chew the buttons on my shirt as if to say,
"Do you still love me? 'Cause I love you...."
Almost like he knows what we did for him...
In some way I think he understands what would have happened to him, had we not kept him,
and he is eternally grateful for it.
And because of that, I always scratch his back and rub his nose.
And give him a handful of corn....
(Which, I've finally figured out, is why Tiny is not "tiny" anymore...)
Happy Friday, everyone!