I’m surrounded by sheep.
No, not the ‘corporate slaves’ type – actual SHEEP!
I’ve been living on a wine farm for a while now and where one would normally assume the challenges would be spiders and snakes, in my case they’ve been the sheep.
Let me explain:
I have 11 ewes (mommy sheep) who live in the paddock next to my little cabin. When I first moved in they were as quiet as mice and I remember thinking how blissful this was. What considerate neighbours I had! Lucky me..!
When the first set of lambs appeared 6 weeks later I was thrilled! “I’m an Aunty!” I cried to my city-dwelling friends. They humoured me (as good friends do) and applauded from the sidelines. They probably rolled their eyes too..
Now something I didn’t know (and how could I when the closest I had come to sheep in the past was in the meat section at the supermarket) was that lambs tend to wander off (as inquisitive youngsters do) and then instead of simply wandering back they suddenly realise they’re lost/hungry/bored and then stand still and bleat. Loudly. Monotonously.
Ultimately they bleat until the mommy sheep decided to come and find them OR (if I’m really lucky – said sarcastically) the mommy sheep will bleat back (more like a deep groan) and so this exchange will go on until they eventually find each other. And this can take a while. A LONG while.
It’s like a perverted version of Marco Polo (the swimming game)..
Fast forward another 6 weeks and we now have 16 lambs. Yup, 16. And they are VERY inquisitive. And they wander off OFTEN. Very often.
Oh. And did I mention that sheep are nocturnal?
So you have a clear picture in your head now as to where this is going?
Yep. Sheep are NOISY. Especially at night. Any time of night.
I even found myself wondering how big these lambs have to be before they’re sold! I know, I’m awful.. I blame sleep-deprivation.
In a coaching capacity I often advise clients to change their perspective on a certain nagging issue.
It’s easy to preach.
“Change the way you look at things and the things you look at will change.” ~ Wayne Dyer
I hear you Wayne..
So I pulled on my big-girl panties and sat outside on my lawn chair with my tea and pondered. I watched the sheep carefully, observing the interaction between mom and baby. The instinctual nurturing of the moms. The total trust and dependence of the babies.
This was in fact a beautiful scene. It was nature in full force.
And just like that it shifted.
Now when I hear the sheep I hear pure nature at work. It’s beautiful.
How can that be bad?