Ram-Beaux' s sale fell through, though. The gentleman from New York really wanted Coffee, but he is going to Wanda's farm. So we still have the Big Guy. Barbara Webb, who is the undisputed guru of Icelandics in the region (may be even the US) advised me to keep him for a year and sell him as a proven ram. With his size and fast growth, and his sweet temperament, he will be valuable once he proves his fertility. I told him he was stuck with me. He looked at me with the slightly-high-on-life expression he sometimes has and said "Peace, Sister! It's cool!" (If you think I've gone around the bend, my Yahoo group of Icelandic breeders recently had a lively email discussion on aluminum foil cone hats for shepherds because these sheep transmit thoughts and read one's thoughts. So, of course Ram-Beaux talked to me!)
One of my hens is in trouble: She developed an impacted crop and no matter what I did, I couldn't get the impacted food loose. Now it has become "pendulous crop" -- really a weird-looking pendulous thing that is hanging right below her breast and swinging from side to side as she walks! She did her job unfailingly as long as she was healthy, so she is entitled to her bit of food and roosting space now that she is ill. I will euthanize her if she is in pain, but not before.