It is with such great sadness in my heart that I say goodbye to Jennifer. She got sick and though I tried everything I could think of to save her, she kept losing ground. She was strong and a fighter though, but when she stopped eating, I knew there was not much time to the end. Jennifer was the friendliest of the Icelandic ewes and always loved a scratch on the top of her head. She was a beautiful gingery colour and white and some where in her youth had broken a horn. I do not know what her real age was, though judging by her horns, I believe she was only about three. Icelandic sheep live a good decade or longer and are usually absolutely hardy. I know she was anemic because there was no colour in the lower lid of her eyes, just white where dark pink or even red should have been. She did have a twins this year and they also are sad that their mother is no longer with us. Good bye my Jennifer. Your life was appreciated and you were loved.
Fluffy writes daily about the experiences on the farm and with the bed and breakfast patrons.