Tuesday, August 14, 2018

A Good Old Chicken

This was a fun Instagram post. It remains a fun Instagram post...but boy, June 19 seems like forever ago now :-/.  


The end of an era.  She was a character.  I buried her in the sheep cemetery, right next to Buddy.  




Monday, August 13, 2018

Lamb Camp...In The Summer?!?

Oh, those silly Soays ;-).  


"Who you calling silly?"


"Don't listen to her."




Beautiful Duchess and her surprise summer lambs.


If you aren't already following Shepherd Life, you'll want to go catch up on all the Splendid Games over there. 


Sunday, August 12, 2018

Sunday Stillness

I didn't leave the house until 7:00 this morning. There was just a slight hint of fog so I assumed I'd just overslept and missed it and was trying to decide if I could still count a fog if I didn't technically see it.  I guessed not, but decided maybe I'd get some flurries out of this one.  


The morning was pretty, regardless, so I grabbed my camera and walked down the hill.


The sheep were spread out in several paddocks.  The white down by the creek is Hank.  The whiter look to the sky...


...soon became this.


And this, just 10 minutes after the first picture was taken.

So I guess the snow is going to start slow and then dump a blizzard on us?  I'll take it ;-).


Friday, August 10, 2018

Buddy


Well...he didn't live forever.  He didn't go down without a helluva fight though and I had to call it in the end.  I think he understood.  

May 2007 - August 10, 2018

The Best Sheep Ever


Thursday, August 9, 2018

Fog Friends


Don't get too excited.  No fog this morning.  The August count is four so far though :-).  

This is actually a picture from last week.  I love B. Willard and Liddy grazing together and I figured it might make a fun puzzle.  Trying to get back into the routine of blogging.  It's been a long, hard summer, but there are still plenty of fun things to share that I don't want to forget.  


Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Sunday, August 5, 2018

The Time Of Day

I've gotten into a routine of taking 'good morning' porch pictures as I eat breakfast this summer. They are posted on Instagram and then to Twitter and Facebook. One of the most common comments I get on them is regarding the magical light.

Here are two pictures (from the camera, not phone) that really illustrate how important the time of day can be. 

This is early in the morning, just after sunrise. Notice how the light is golden and soft, filtering in from behind the trees. 


Here is a very similar picture, but taken late in the afternoon with the light shining harsh on the front of the trees. It's still an interesting picture, but more because of the subjects rather then the magic light ;-). 

Something fun to play around with...

Friday, August 3, 2018

The Count Is On


According to my great grandfather...and the Farmer's Almanac, every fog in August forecasts a day of snow this winter.  We've had two foggy mornings in August so far.  Keep up the good work, fog!

And a new puzzle.  Enjoy!


Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Sheep Friends

Kaala has settled in here really well.  While Buddy is one of her favorite friends, her very favorite is her very first friend, Lila.






Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Cat-ouflage


Sadly these are not actually fall leaves, but greenhouse grape leaves decimated by an unbelievable scourge of Japanese beetles this year.  Good camouflage for Comby though on a rainy morning :-). 


Saturday, July 28, 2018

Poor Biscuit

These stories are only funny if no one gets hurt.  No one got hurt, so here's a funny story on poor Biscuit.


"This is NOT a funny story!"

Even though we are back down in the 80s, I've left the hot weather annex (barn aisle) open.  Several of the sheep really enjoy hanging out in there and it's not really that inconvenient, especially now that the breakfast club has their own private paddock.  The water hose is the only hiccup.  

I normally let it lay in front of the feeder troughs along the wall.  With all the sheep and bedding in the aisle now, it keeps getting buried and dragging it out from the back of the barn to the front of the barn can be a mess.  The other day I hung it through the cross gate.  I would just have to grab it from there and pull it through.

Sometimes the hose is hooked to the hydrant so I can fill water tanks.  Sometimes it's loose so I can fill buckets straight from the hydrant.  Wednesday afternoon it was loose.  So picture the hydrant halfway down the aisle.  12' past that is the cross gate...with the hose hanging through the left side.  

Enter Biscuit.

In the course of snarfling around looking for hay scraps by the door to the hay stall, just past the gate, he somehow gets his head under/over/through the hanging hose.  He turns around and it wraps around his chest.  This startles him and he tries to run away...dragging the hose.  

If it had been hooked to the hydrant he would have eventually run to the end of it and been free.  It was loose.  As Biscuit starts running, he's dragging about 25' of hose on both sides of his body.  Now he's really scared.  

He heads to the inside stall and real panic ensues.  Everyone tries to run into the outside stall to get away from him.

"SNAKE!!!"

Biscuit tries to follow them, in a complete panic.

"A PYTHON IS EATING BISCUIT!!!"

It's a real stampede at this point and I am in there trying not to get trampled, but to somehow get hold of at least the hose.  Biscuit finally sees me and comes running.  I get him stopped and remove the "snake"...and all is well.

Except Poor Biscuit...who had his feelings hurt.


Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Would He?

While at first glance this appears to be a story about a sheep eating watermelon, I think the better story is actually the chickens.

I took a not super ripe watermelon out to the barn thinking everyone could share it.  The sheep were all asleep so I quietly set it down for the chickens.  Woody popped up immediately, came racing out and started gobbling it all up.  Would he share it?  No, he Woody not.  


"Boy, that sure looks good."


Note Gladys circling and circling while the others watch on in horror as the watermelon quickly disappears.  


"Can't you make him share with us, Gladys?"


"I just can't believe this!"


"Come on, Woody.  Just a little bit?"  

"No."


"The nerve!"


Here comes Andy.


Would Woody share?


"I guess I'll just eat this piece of wilted lettuce."


And Gladys is back...


...for one last attempt.


"Please?"  

"No."


Look at his gluttonous pink nose!  And the disgruntled hens.  I think I'd be a bit afraid to go to sleep tonight, Woody.  And I think I'll go get the girls their very own watermelon tomorrow.


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Old Friends

I wanted to add Ewen McTeagle and Woolliam to the "easy breezy" paddock.  Allie was doing really well in there, even getting out to graze some, so I knew if I could talk the boys into moving they'd be happy.  

Well, they weren't.  The two grumpy old men who have always slept in the back of the inside stall were absolutely Not Happy that they were now being forced to sleep in the front of the outside stall.  I had to lock them in there the first night.

The next morning (yesterday), when they only had to walk a few steps to the breakfast bar and could just step out the door to graze, they started to come around ;-).  This is what I found when I headed back out after dinner this evening.


Woolliam and Ewen would normally already be tucked deep into the barn, missing out on a nice evening outdoors.  Allie, too, but she'd be more to the front...and yelling at everyone to come in with her.  They all have to be happier outside on a nice evening.  I know I was happy to see them out there :-).


Wednesday, July 11, 2018

The Tell Tale Signs

When I walked back up to the barn after lunch I saw the chicken feeder knocked apart and empty.  This is a classic sheep move.  Sheep love chicken feed.  So do Corgis, but they don't have to bust the feeder open to get to the food ;-).  It was sheep.  


Great.  I left a gate open somewhere.  None of my flowers were chewed down to the ground, so everyone stayed in the barn.  Wonder what got torn up.  What kind of mess(es) am I going to have to clean up...  I know what I'm in for :-/.  


Well, this is a surprise.  Nothing.  Wait a minute...  Do you see the sheep?


Now do you?

Let's walk around to the other side (as I need to shut a gate on the way ;-).


Biscuit!  

That's actually pretty clever if I say so myself!


"Yeah, I know ;-)."


That's Rocky (one of the new "rams") laying down.  Jared (the other one) came in to see what was going on...and can't believe it.  "How'd that punk get over there right in front of our fan?!?"

I let him sleep there until he got up and then I ushered him back to the correct side of the gate.  Later I found this.



Must have been a good day to be Biscuit :-).


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