So, this is how we got introduced to sheep husbandry. One day, we got a call from our friendly farmers over the road. They had a newborn lamb that wasn't taking to its mother and needed to be bottle-fed if it was going to survive. We cautiously agreed, reassured by the belief that it could not be any worse than raising a human baby (this turned out to be the case, by the way). Lamby (later named 'Mutton chops' by my son - so very original - mind you, I suppose, so is 'Lamby')