Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Scapegoat

In the past when something "happened" here on the farm, Graham Lamb was the first name out of my mouth. Then came the day of the great yarn caper. I blamed B. Willard.



B. Willard is very sneaky. And he frequently feels the need to run past me and eat carrot tops from the whiskey barrels in front of the barn. He's so cute though that I can't help but laugh as I chase him down the shedrow.



When I found the carrots stripped of all their leafy green-ness the other day, I knew 'who done it'.

WILLARD!!!!



And then, on closer inspection...



I found six Swallowtail Butterfly caterpillars.



"This is getting a little old!"

5 comments:

flowerweaver said...

You can't always blame poor B. Willard! Ha ha. Next time he'll tell you to blame the caterpillars...

Gayle said...

You'll just have to explain to B. Willard that it is only natural he get blamed after his track record. (I've got a teenager like that).

Alice said...

What's to say that Willard didn't help 'em out a little? And so... your Swallowtail Butterfly story goes full cycle, Sara. You just put one to rest and here comes her children. How neat that we didn't have to wait for Spring ;-)
Eric Carle would be very proud ;-)

Jody said...

What a beautiful shine coming off your sheep's coat!

DayPhoto said...

Butterfly food! Another great post!

Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

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