Under guard

Fern, our bottle fed orphan lamb is a mule, as in a variety of sheep thats a crossed breed like a lowland ram and a highland ewe producing a mule sheep that has the best of both breeds, the hardiness of the uplands with the fat table meat producing lowland.

This makes her ideal pie filling.

Which is why she is under guard in the garden, having lost every sheep we have owned that is anything other then a Ryeland who take a million years to get to a size worth taking to the nice man who gives them the one way ticket to everlasting pastures in the sky. We are keen to produce lambs able to provide lamb chops, or at least I am having had my vegetarianism cured by a Navy chef and a plate of lamb chops when I was a reserve officer on a very famous warship, but that's a different tale, the lambs point of view is redundant in this matter, but like the pigs their total commitment to the project is expected. Anyway any sheep like animal that does not resemble a teddy bear is viewed as fair game by the local militia and ours go "missing" with monotonous regularity and no offers of pie as compensation.

So Fern is destined to be a concubine for Crispen who, while he is still up to the job, is expected to assist in the lets fill the freezer with something other than pork and roadkill project. If Fern is the best of both worlds, where did she get those ears?