The Sheep

We're all rescued Icelandic sheep. Four of us came to SLF in 2021, and one of us (Mr. Cotton) in 2022. We all have very distinct personalities, just like everyone else at SLF, so please don't lump us all together, even though we keep ourselves kind of lumped up together and are never far apart.   

Our role here is to eat, be happy, contribute to the compost business-line, and grow our amazing, glorious wool, which is sheared twice a year. 


Mabel

I am a wonderful girl, and I definitely march to my own drummer. My wool, in case you can't tell, is black and lovely. I am pretty speedy and work hard to maintain my image as a woman of mystery.  

Frieda

My wool is white and red. Gorgeous. Just like me. I have a bit of an underbite, which is part of my charm. I'm not as trusting of people as some of the boys are, but I do like myself some treats. Bruno is my son. Isn't he a handsome boy? 

Otto

Let's face it. I am sweet. Eat out of your hand kind of sweet. My wool is white, curly and kind of funny. Just like me. I'm the littlest boy here (all the boys are wethers, which means we're neutered rams), and like to hang out with Frieda. 

Bruno

I'm the tallest guy here, and while I may not be the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, I'm definitely the loudest. I take my role of letting the humans know when we are in need of treats very seriously. Can you tell my wool is dark brown, and solid? No frills, like me. 

Mr. Cotton

I am the widest sheep, and also the friendliest. I love to snuggle. I was given my name by a three year old, who said I was soft like cotton. Didn't have the heart to tell her it's wool (mine is a gorgeous brown and white).  My horns are spectacular.