There’s this place in the Deux Sèvres called Mouton Village. I first saw a sign for it when J and I drove out to the Deux Sèvres (the departement to the west of the Vienne) last fall to go to a restaurant and thought it sounded hilarious. He assured me that it was a real place and that he’d been there about five times with his grandparents when he was little.. Since then I’ve always wanted to go. This morning we meant to go to the Dune de Pyla, but when the alarm went off at 8:25 we couldn’t drag ourselves out of bed for the three-hour drive. So we ended up going to Mouton Village this afternoon. It’s awesome.
You pick up an audio headset when you buy your ticket in the boutique which is also filled with many adorable stuffed sheep, of many different varieties, as well as sheep-themed postcards. At each sheep enclosure, you pass under a wooden gate-type thing that sets off your headset for that sheep species. The entire thing is dorkily narrated by a grandfather-type and a grandson-type who are, bizarrely, talking about sheep, and the little boy is just utterly fascinated. There are about twenty different species, including one enclosure of alpacas (they were pretty boring actually). There’s also a “Mini Ferme” where kids can feed milk to some baby sheep at certain times a day and the baby sheep go nuts waiting for them. So that was hilarious too.
This species is apparently are getting smaller and smaller with each generation. Imagine how tiny they’ll be one day!
Actually, one of the coolest things we saw wasn’t technically part of Mouton Village but was just next to it. There were three horses in a field each with their own foal, and this one here looked just a couple of days old:
Unfortunately I only had my iPhone so didn’t get any particularly great pictures.
J had told me there were wolves at the end which I firmly did not believe, and, indeed, there were not. But it turns out he wasn’t lying because we asked at the ticket desk and she confirmed that they’d had some wolves until 1998, but since they were never very happy there, they’d sent them elsewhere.
We were pretty hungry afterward with all the talk of sheep’s cheese so we went to the artisanal boutique in the village where there was NO CHEESE. This place was adorable but the lack of cheese was really incomprehensible.