I spy with my little eye...
something white and fuzzy!

I pulled over to the side of the road and tried to take a picture...
"Hey, there! Gitcher vehicle off of the Hiway, Girl! Pull rightcheer into the drive ...."
The farmer was waving me into the muddy driveway, where he was standing with his sister in law, chatting, and getting ready to feed the sheep in the back pastures.
I hopped out of my truck with my camera and my knitting.
"OH!" exclaimed the sister in law (after the introductions had been made....) "Is that a Prayer Shawl? I just dropped off three last week with Hospice!"
The farmer rolled his eyes and encouraged us to BOND, as he was off to feed the Triplets.
"Cutest pictures you'll ever get...two week old triplets, back thisaway...."
First I took a shot at the front pasture

while chitchatting about prayer shawls and local handspinners.
Aren't they ADORABLE?
The Farmer explained that these here are HAIR sheep, a special breed, developed in Maine.
I was too busy being distracted by their cuteness to remember the breed name.
"You don't have to SHEAR them", he explained, "they just shed all OVER the place...
come back during shedding season" he said, "it'll look like we been bushhogging chickens!"
ACK!
The sister in law excused herself to run errands and I wandered in the direction of the Back Pastures.
True to his word, is there anything cuter than these two week old triplets?

Just then, I saw a flash of black out of the corner of my eye, and SUDDENLY, there was a Border Collie
sitting at my feet. I held out my hand and he jumped to my side, ready for a command.
"well, I'll be DANGED" said the Farmer, tipping his hat back"who ARE you, the dog whisperer?"
I giggled a little, because that makes the THIRD time this week I've been asked that, in completely random situations, and you know how I feel about signs and wonders appearing in threes....
He went on to tell me the story of how this dog had come all the way from Scotland on an aeroplane, and was the best money he'd ever spent in his whole entire life.
He gave the voice command for the dog to hold the herd at bay while he filled the feed trough.

Then he said "That'll DO!" but the dog held the sheep.
"THAT'LL DO!" he repeated.
The dog looked at ME.
"that'll do" I whispered.
The dog released the sheep and came to my side.
The Farmer shook his head.
"you got the GIFT, girlie, I'll say that."

I thanked him for his time and walked to my truck.
What do YOU spy with your little eye? Are you wearin somethin GREEN?
A very Happy Saint Patricks Day to you!