Well, we do eat them.
But not usually the ones with names. It's a very easy way to make the distinction. The breeding ewes are Diamond, her daughter Ruby, and her other daughter (a year younger than Ruby), who is of course called Pearl.
All of this year's lambs were frankly, destined (eventually) for the freezer.
A family member dubbed our bottle lamb 'Doddery' after two days of feeding him. 'Poor little Doddery' he said. Poor Little Dodd. We remembered there's two fells in Cumbria (we have Cumbrian connections), Little Dodd and Great Dodd.
'If he survives, he'll be Great Dodd one day'.
Prompt: Mirrors
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