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As she trotted down the hill the sway of something caught my eye. The realization of what I was looking at hit me and I tripped over the root trying to photograph the testicles swinging between her legs.  No kidding. The ewe with red splotches on her face is a hermaphrodite.

Other Half was cutting firewood when I walked over and announced that she was a she/he. Naturally this required closer inspection, so we roped her, sexually assaulted the poor thing, and verified that our ewe had both a scrotum and a vagina. There are no testicles in the scrotum, but there's no doubt that it's a scrotum.

I contacted the breeder and, bless her heart, she immediately offered my money back.  She didn't know and we didn't notice it when we selected her because the lady had a lot of running sheep moving closely together so it was easy to miss.  Besides, anyone wanting to deceive a buyer could have just banded her and no one would have ever known she was a hermaphrodite. We'll keep the ewe for wool, but scratch her from the breeding program.  I have named her Hermione.