That's right Ben....they're coming!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
That today is Hug A Sheep Day?
I kid you not.
Travis and I hugged a number of sheep this morning when we did feet.
This is Ferdinand, our new Dorper ram.
We put him in with the ewes today and he certainly embraced "Hug a Sheep Day"...
Hey Babe, you look like you could use a "hug"....
Thanks Louanne and Kyle - looks like he's settling in just fine.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
I found one of these in the yard this morning.
Hey, I'm just trying to blend in.
She was sitting under a tree - cause that's what chickens do.
And everything was fine - nice fall day, sunny morning, entertaining non sheep eating wildlife in the yard - until she decided to fly away.
She took off in this direction. North. Please note that other than the house, which seems pretty obvious, there's really nothing in her way. Also please note that the house is about 250 feet away. Can you guess where this is heading?
That's right, she could have chosen "Wide Open Spaces" (in case you didn't catch it, that's a Dixie Chicks song. Get it? Dixie CHICKS. It's a chicken joke. I know, I spend too much time by myself.), but instead she flew into the fence (which among other things, is there to keep my dogs from roaming the yard eating dumb wild life) and wound up here.
Huh. How'd you find me again - what with all my stealth and camouflage and all.
She probably thought this was some fancy city single chicken coop. As in, "I have found myself some PRIME real estate here."
Ben used his strong working dog talents to help her out of her predicament,
and then I convinced her to fly off in a new direction. "Go west young chicken" I said - because there's nothing but trees to the west, and that's what she did.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Buster has obviously forgotten that his main purpose in life is to keep...the house...mouse...free. Or maybe he does remember, but thought he'd build a little job security - by bringing live mice into the house.
Of course my first reaction (actually my second, the first was more along the lines of #$@!) was to grab...my camera. This is blog material after material after all.
VERY shortly after this picture was taken, Buster chased the mouse towards me, I screamed like a girl, tried to throw a dog dish over top of the rodent (unsuccessfully) and then did some more of this $#@!.
The mouse ran into the kitchen...and disappeared under the stove. No sign of him this morning. No sprung traps. What if he's alive in the stove? What if he's DEAD in the stove?
What did the cats have to say about things this morning?
Not much, not much at all...