Sunday Stills - Fences

Being in the heart of the bluegrass, fences are near and dear.



Many farms are double fenced for the safety of their horses. It used to be on the books (and may be still) that stallions must be behind a double fence, if they are next to a road, as well.



Black paint has become trendy, but to me, white is classic.



Early morning work out at the training center.



A trifecta - a triple fence.



Young thoroughbreds grazing in the morning mist.



As the trees grow, they push out the stone fences. I was sad to see the litter in this shot :-/.



The famous white fences of 800 acre Calumet farm stretch for miles near the center of Lexington.



And back out to the country.

For more Sunday Stills...

What?!? Another Dog?

He's a cutie, but he'd better stay away from our chickens!

Graham Lamb's mom Dianne had a beautiful fox photo on her blog a few weeks ago. Wow!

Hank The Wonder Dog - In Living Color

Hangin' with his posse.



"What's that clicking sound?"

Don't worry about it Hank, just keep smiling :-).

Hank The Wonder Dog

Of course, putting that out there in writing is a surefire way to get burned, but it's an interesting story I thought everyone might enjoy...

This morning just before I got up I heard Hank bark a couple times. He only barks if he needs to (which is a huge relief) and if it's just a warning type bark, I've learned to trust he has things under control.

He barked again.

And again.

At that point I always go check. I stuck my head out the side door where I could see the sheep field. Everyone was grazing peacefully. Hmmm.

He was still barking though and it sounded like he was not with them. Better go look.

I walk out the back door, heading for the barn, Hank is still barking. What do I see? Keebler and Graham Lamb. In the gardens. With Hank sitting with them, barking at the idiot in the house (who didn't latch the gate well enough) to come out and do something. Anything. A little help here?

I knew the boys would follow me in for their morning grain, but Hank looked like while he was out here, he might get a better look at his surroundings. Uh oh.

I've gotten him to the point I can quietly approach him and he'll let me scratch his ears. I haven't tried to catch him though and walking on a leash is completely out of the question. However, we started whistling to him when we feed him, even if he's right there. Not sure how we thought of the brilliant idea, but I whistled to him this morning and he came running.

He probably wouldn't have let those two boys get too far away from him anyway.


Sorry for no picture. I'll try to get a new one of Hank and his posse and post it later.

Sky Weaving

Check this out!



Cloud warp and weft, weaving a beautiful sunset over the new wool house the other night.



I wish I were weaving, but I can't even find my loom at this point.



If you look closely you can sort of see some weaving paraphernalia. If I could just get in the door.

Here are a couple pictures I found on my camera card this morning. I had hoped to do a 'sleeping with the sheeps' post, but was never happy with any of my pictures and really, coffee was more important at the time. Now, though, they make me laugh.



Keebs, looking like a little snuggle bunny.



Graham Lamb: "Hey lady! I could use a cup of coffee myself! And some cereal while you're at it! When are ya getting up? Are you getting up now?"

Usually Graham wasn't standing at the foot of my bed. I mostly woke up to those big ears and nose right in my face. Sort of like a cat. Graham is a complete character.

Hank is doing a great job. Keebs and Graham are his favorite sheep, which is good because those two are probably the most vulnerable as they have no fear of anything. Still, I kind of miss sleeping with them.