The 2020 Iditarod started yesterday. Well, the ceremonial start was yesterday. The actual start is today. And like the Iditarod, my Iknitarod has once again made a ceremonial start...and will restart today. Sigh...
I was planning on doing my official start post yesterday to let you know who and what I was knitting and introduce my Iknitarider and share my Ravatar, but something hilarious happened and I'm going to preempt that post with something silly.
As I was starting to do evening chores the other night and the sheep were filtering in from the back field I heard a strange "ba-a-a-a-a". Low and gravel-y.
"Who was that?" I called out.
"Ba-a-a-a-a."
Hmmmm... "Who said that?" I asked again, hoping to see someone's lips move, but it was nearly dark.
"Ba-a-a-a-a."
I know pretty much every "baaaa" in the flock. Rarely does someone say something that I don't at least recognize as a familiar voice. A deep voice does not necessarily mean a ram or wether (boys); a high voice doesn't necessarily mean a ewe (girls). Liddy can growl with the best of them and Jared sings soprano ;-).
I called out one more time. The sheep looking most intently at me was Big Moose. He was standing just outside the door though and it was too dark to see his black face...and besides, I knew his voice. Still... I pulled out the lamb dinner call.
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Speaking of big voices, if you missed this video the other day, that's Biscuit with the Big Baaa hollering as the sheep run up. And you definitely don't want to miss Maisie racing everyone in with her propeller spinning :-D.
We had a nice break in the weather Sunday so I headed out with the sheep for a late afternoon graze. The sheep were spread out between the Pond Field and the Lower Paddock. The Pond Field is...the one with the ponds in it, behind the arena. The Lower Paddock is the closer of those two paddocks next to the Front Field. I was sitting in the Lower Paddock with Kaala and about 12 other sheep.
