Whoa! Bing (my black wether) will shyly ask for attention on rare occasions, but Bart never allows me more than a wee sneaky chin rub while I'm scritching the other wethers. Apparently his love cup had runneth dry. Glad to help, big guy! ;-)
But that wasn't the biggest sheepy surprise I've gotten recently. When we got back from Cowboy Campmeeting Sunday afternoon, I counted beaks and noses to make sure all the homebodies were fine. Everyone was – except I couldn't spot Benny anywhere. I called, expecting His Mouthiness to call back. Nothing. I walked toward a particular tree he likes to rest against, and could see his coat above the root. I kept calling as I approached, dread growing at what I would find since there was still no response. When I got close enough to see that he was facing away from me, peacefully chewing his cud, there was relief – followed instantly by confusion. I said his name LOUDLY from two or three feet away. Not an ear twitched. Benny is stone deaf!
I have no idea how long he has been deaf, but remember times he has started with surprise when he should have heard me approach. It didn't register; why would I suspect my Benny boy couldn't hear?
This morning he was resting between the gate and the water bucket. I made lots of noise without getting any reaction.
It wasn't until the other wethers moved away uneasily that he looked around for the cause and spotted me.
Just a little sad at . . .