I loved having sheep growing up, of course mom did most of the work, but they're relatively low maintenance from what I remember. Except I remember they always seemed to pick the coldest wettest early spring nights to lamb on. I think we lost one or two to the cold over the years, but overall they are easy livestock. We had one dorset cross ewe that lambed twins or triplets alternately every year. We sold lambs every year and I would keep one for 4-H, which got auctioned off at the end of the fair and we would keep another for our own freezer. One year, I spent a lot of time with my 4-H lamb and it was my best buddy, followed me around everywhere like a dog. I BEGGED mom to let me keep him, only time I ever made a fuss about having to sell one. She said no, and I bawled my eyes out in the auction ring while I held my best buddy for people to bid on and I swore off lamb then and there in honor of my little buddy that our insurance man ate. I haven't eaten lamb in nearly 20 years, more out of habit now than for any sentimentality. Still breaks my heart to think I sold that guy off to slaughter. The real kicker is when we dispersed the flock, Mom got to keep HER favorite ewe as a pet. NO FAIR!!