Sunday Stills Photography Challenge

"...by now there should be some greenery in just about everywhere, so lets shoot some flowers and plants for the folks without flowers… :-)"

Flowers anyone?



Aren't these cute - the size of a common house fly. You should never judge a bush by it's... ;-)



Bleeding hearts peering over St. Francis' shoulder. He appears to be gazing down, probably thinking "Ye Gads, look at all the weeds!"



A reminder to make room for ALL bees, not just the honey bees.

These two bushes have grown so close together it's as if they are BFFs holding hands. The pink is a Wegilia and we can't identify the white. It's a huge bush (most likely very old), covered in tiny leaves and small clumps of white flowers. Anyone?

And what about this "mystery" heart? It may surprise you. Any guesses?

I am enjoying the Sunday Stills Challenges. Follow the link for more beautifully photographed flowers from all over the world.

'Night Keebs

After a big game of Chase Keebler Around The Orchard tonight - his second favorite game, just behind the asparagus version.

The Crossbar Motel

Keebler has been corralled and collared and has lost all his yard privileges.

Let me start off by telling you that if you do not want a sheep to do something, for goodness sake, never say the words "No, don't do that!"

"Keebler, come back here!"



"Stay out of that asparagus!"

Punkin would be proud to know that The Keebster has continually outsmarted (and out run!) me lately. The concrete sheep in the foreground marks his grave, under the asparagus. He too was a cute little brat who's motto in life seemed to be drive it like you stole it...and steal as much as you can.

For example, he'd have hay in his stall, but if he had the chance, he'd run over to the full bale to "steal" the exact same hay and shovel in his mouth as fast as he could before I could "catch" him.

Yep, that's the look all right.

He kind of looks at least a little remorseful here.

Don't be fooled.

He's just chewing.

And I think his collar is pretty cute.

With Great Care

When I rescued Punkin from the stockyards all those years ago, one of the ladies I worked with told me I needed to take him to Dr. Cleveland in nearby Georgetown, Kentucky. "He grew up raising sheep. He knows all about sheep."

So I called Dr. Cleveland, told him what I'd done and he waited until I could get there after work. He gave Punkin some shots that he thought he'd need, told me what to feed him, took care of his tail, told me some good sheep stories and sent me on my way. That was not my last trip.

Due to his horrible start in life, Punkin was a sick little lamb. Each time I took him in, Dr. Cleveland would try something else and tell me he was going to be just fine. And he eventually was. And when I took him in for some booster shots several months later, Dr. Cleveland looked at him and said "Well, Punkin, I really didn't think I'd see you get this big."

What? I guess he figured a little positive thinking (on my behalf at least) wouldn't hurt.

Flash forward 17 or 18 years. Keebler is a pretty healthy, uncomplicated lamb - they're not always like that, eh Ewen McTeagle? I needed to pick up some Probios paste (a must have for any bottle baby) the other day and Keebler insisted on riding along. He'd been hanging out with Iris and Weaslie all morning and needed some mama time and a lap nap. Plus, I knew everyone would like to see him (everyone likes to see him ;-).

Our favorite vet tech, Lou Ann.

The "new" vet Dr. Barron. I've been saying for years that when Dr. Cleveland retires that I'm getting out of the sheep business. I no longer feel that way. We'll all be in good hands.

Doing a little shopping (don't read those labels, Keebs :-/).

Thanks Lou Ann for the pictures. And thanks to everyone over there for everything you all do for me. You have no idea how much I appreciate it all.

Hoppin' Mad

Well, not really, but pretty darn hoppy! You know how when you give your dog a bath and they are finally finished, how they like to race around the house or yard? I guess to celebrate living through it? Turns out, sheep do the same thing.

I decided to give Keebler a bath today. He'd gotten rained on, didn't smell as "sweet" as baby lambs do, and since he was already wet...



Why did you do that to me?



Really?



Since we're all about the fiber here (never for meat!), let's take a closer look (as always, click to biggify).

Pretty yummy, eh?