10/06/2026
Did you know we used to raise sheep?
We finally watched The Sheep Detectives a few nights ago, and it has me all nostalgic and missing my flock.
Back in NC we raised Katahdin hair sheep, and had a flock of about 120 at one point. They all had names and we loved each of them, but there was one special ewe in particular that I will never forget.
I remember the day we brought Delilah home. We had stumbled upon the opportunity to purchase some very high quality ewes right at the perfect time from a respected lifelong breeder who was dispersing his herd.
He took us to a pasture filled with gorgeous pregnant ewes and told us to pick out whichever ones we wanted. To this day one of my biggest regrets in life is not finding a way to buy that entire flock. Sadly we only had enough money budgeted to buy 3.
Delilah told me she was going to be one of them. She marched straight up to me, stared directly into my eyes and baa-ed repeatedly. She let me give her a quick scratch under the chin and then stomped her foot as to say “let’s go”. When I told the owner I chose her, he said “oh that one, watch out for her. She’s smarter than the rest but she usually raises me a nice set of triplets.”
I picked out another 2, and with Delilah in the lead all 3 jumped on the trailer about as fast as I could open the door.
From that day on she was my best girl. She did indeed bless us with triplet lambs a few months later, one of whom (Adam) grew up to be our primary ram for many generations. I don’t know that I’ve ever been so happy as I was holding those lambs next to Delilah. It was something I had wanted for so long and she gave it to me in the best possible way.
Delilah lived a good long life as the matriarch of our flock, and I looked forward to seeing her every day. When she passed at around 13 years old, I was devastated, and truthfully I never felt the same way about the sheep after that. I still had some I cherished, but none that I bonded with like her, and going out to care for them and not seeing her was painful for a long time after.
When we decided to move to KY, we had to downsize for practical reasons, and it was easier to let the sheep go at that point.
I might own sheep again, maybe a dairy breed next time, but I don’t think I’ll ever know one as special as Delilah.