I appreciate our sheep, but I don’t really love them until I see them become mothers, the love and connection between ewes and their  lambs is very powerful. Ma had such a tough time giving birth to her twins, and she eventually lost Jake, Deb’s brother. But she is a devoted mother to her surviving lamb, they are always together, and this morning, when Red and I went out into the pasture, I saw the two of them in this touching position. Ma is a good mother.

Is there really any thing in the world that comes close to the power of a mother’s love for her child?