Biddie is one of our oldest, grandest and most imperious sheep. She was one of the four rescue Romney’s we got several years ago whose coat was so neglected it had felted.

We got her trimmed and cleaned up and she is one of my favorite sheep. She ignored even Red when she felt like it, and had her own very regal presence. She is also quite beautiful and has given Maria wonderful yarn.

When a sheep starts hanging out alone you know they are either getting sick or getting very old. Often, when I go to the pasture, I see Biddie by herself in the Pole Barn, almost as if she were meditating.

She is losing her front teeth which makes it a little harder for her to eat, so we will supplement her diet with grain this winter.

I would be surprised if Biddie were alive in the Spring, quite often the winters are just too much for old sheep, and we don’t believe in prolonging their lives in a way that is not natural.

When she falters, she’ll either die one day while lying in the pole barn or pasture, or I’ll shoot her, something I have learned to do quicklly and which I believe if the most merciful way for them to die.

I hope she makes it until Spring, she’s been a great sheep for us and a trestament to the magic of animal rescue.