Why sheep? This is a question family and friends from more urban places often ask us. And we don't have a one-sentence answer. Before we moved, most of our experiences with farm animals were of the "petting zoo" variety and those fat, stoic critters didn't interest us much at all. So how did it happen that we ended up with a flock of icelandic sheep, a couple dozen chickens and guinea fowl? Well, it all started with Maggie, our border collie. Maggie's ten years old now; she's been with me since before I met Dan, before our three children were born, before I had more than a pick-up truck full of furniture to cart around with me. When she was a puppy, Maggie and I did some agility training. And, as advertised, she was sharp and focused and seriously high-strung. When I met Dan, we all began doing some sheepherding because Maggie seemed to crave activity and she was, after all, a sheepdog. It seemed like a fun use of a few weekend hours. (This was BEFORE the kids. Now, a fun use of a few weekend free hours-- if they ever actually occur-- is a good nap!) Anyway, the lessons fired Maggie up and they also kindled some interest in us. We began to think that maybe, someday, we might have a small flock to work with and a chunk of land....a different sort of life. But then I became pregnant and we moved to the Boston area, and the herding and all it stood for was pretty much forgotten.
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