What sight could delight the heart more than watching frolicking spring lambs all full of life and joy? Well, it turns out even this tender sentiment has got its limits after an hour stood in a fedora-festooned crowd in the piss wet cold, breathing in the fumes of boiled bratwürst, and watching a succession of hapless sheep grimly sheared for public amusement. This blog concludes my February trilogy of miserable existential encounters with the German outdoors viewed through a rural folk lens, along with the promised trudging through mud.
The Sheep Market in Mayen is a traditional livestock event that takes place each year during the larger Lukasmarkt festival, a folk fair that has been held in the town since the early 15th century. It still has a forlornly Medieval vibe if you ask me, but without the ergot to liven things up. The Sheep Market is held on the Wednesday of Lukasmarkt week on the Viehmarkt-Platz on Polcher Straße and is notable for being the only sheep market of its kind in the German state of Rheinland-Pfalz. At the event sheep breeders and enthusiasts gather to show different breeds of sheep, with either a practical flock show or a pedigree (Herdbuch) show where animals are judged and prizes are awarded. The day draws not only specialist visitors but also members of the public curious to see the animals up close and hear the chatter among shepherds and keepers. The Sheep Market serves as a reminder of the agricultural origins of the Lukasmarkt, which originally centred on trading livestock, and remains a mix of tradition, animal husbandry and community gathering within the broader festival atmosphere.
My wife took some great photos of the sheep, and spent some time talking to the owners, until she innocently asked “How long does this breed live for?” To which, the owner said “I dunno, we eat them before they die.” This offended her vegetarian sensitivities.






















































