Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Out Standing In Her Field

Iris, our Border Collie, is not a traditional herding dog. We don't know her background - she was around two years old when I picked her up from where she was huddled just off the highway near our farm. As I led her up to the barn to put her in one of the stalls overnight until the humane society (we'd hoped) could take her, she spotted our sheep and immediately got down into that classic Border Collie crouch. She knew she was supposed to do something with those sheep; she just wasn't sure what.

The humane society told us they already had four Border Collies in the shelter and asked, as we had a fenced yard, would we be able to foster her? That was almost six years ago. You can figure out the rest of the story.

She's still not really sure what she's supposed to do with the sheep. I know she has some ideas of what she'd like to do to the sheep sometimes, but we all have those thoughts on occasion ;-). Where Iris has been most effective is border patrol. While she can't run off the "intruders", she can definitely sound the alarm and call for backup. She is also a patient babysitter for our bottle lambs.

You can't hear it, but a neighbor's dog barks off to the left. Keebler looks over, Graham is busy and Iris is watchful. Thank you Iris. You are a good dog.

After dinner last night, I went out with the boys and watched them show off their hops and then played sheep bed. These pictures were taken with my cell phone (unfortunately), but even with low resolution I'm glad to have them. Won't be too long and the boys will be all grown up and wanting to drive tractors and hang out with the big kids and I'll be momma-who?

Maybe not. Ewen McTeagle would probably still take a nap with me. Now that he's forgiven me for getting the "new" babies.


Tammy said...

What a lucky dog Iris was when she ended up getting rescued and 'fostered' by you! :-) Sounds like she has blessed you in return. The picture with the lambs on your lap and dog at side is priceless. What a neat picture.

Alice said...

What tender pictures! Serta has nothing on you! Their sheep aren't real!
Glad to hear you have another 'nilla wafer fan. Now I can eat 'em again, too.

DayPhoto said...

This is always just plain fun. I love your Iris. My Fuzzy was a throw-away. Took me WEEKS to get him to come live with me. He was somewhere between 5 and 7 years old. I JUST DO NOT UNDERSTAND PEOPLE SOMETIMES!

At one point he was trained, but I didn't know what or how. He does love to help haul hay, LOVES HAYING SEASON, and likes to help with the cows. But I don't know the commands or what he knows so he and I just love each other.

He goes with Terry to fields, but comes back to see what I am doing. He is somewhere between 7 and 9 now, but still likes to do.


Joanna@BooneDocksWilcox said...

now, that's my kind of evening. I would just love that with 'em piled on me.

flowerweaver said...

You are a sheep magnet like I'm a chicken magnet. Looks like a nice evening!

Peruby said...

Okay, that's it! I am coming for a visit. 'I just have to make sure I pack my tote that is big enough to carry one of those baby lambs back with me.' Oops. Did I just say that out loud?

Anonymous said...

Can we all just say...Too Sweet!!!


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