Picky, picky, picky…

See all that thick, lush, juicy grass? I led the sheep right to it, then headed back to the barn to do chores. Not even 10 minutes passed before they were all crowded at the gate, yelling at me that they were STARVING! You tell me; do they look malnourished to you? Anyone? Brats!

 

Brats!

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The brats got out of the fence on me today. Grrrr! Jumped right over it. How in the heck they get their spindly legs to launch their fat butts that high is beyond me!

Still here

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My new little froggie friend from the other day must like it here. Saw him hanging out at the outside water tub today. Yay! Eat all the flies and mosquitoes your little tummy can hold little fella! Tell your friends there’s plenty to go around.

Sheep Diet Fail

Bear, Moana, Fatty Patty! You guys have been on a diet for months; why are you still so fat?! Now that Sissy has shorn you, the wool does not hide your obesity any more. How can you still be so fat after months of being on a diet? How can this be?

Spa day for the girls

Sissy came to shear some sheep yesterday. They would get a hair cut, worm treatment, and a mani-pedi. So, they will be cooler, their tummies will feel better, and their hooves will be nicely trimmed. All good things. So, naturally they all headed to the opposite end of the barn and made it difficult for Sissy to catch them.

Today’s adventure

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I had to move the electro-net today. It was soooo hot and muggy. The sweat was running off me. When I saw this little cutie in the grass I had a heck of a time getting his photo. Sweat kept dripping off me onto my phone’s touch screen and changing my settings. This was the best I could do. In the mean time I was dragging the fence through waist high weeds, trying to avoid thistles, nettles, and wild parsnip, trying to keep an eye out for snakes. The hayseeds were sticking to my sweaty skin, mosquitoes and black flies were biting me. And right when I was at the farthest point away from the barn it started to rain. Sure, the rain felt nice and cool, but have you ever tried walking through high, wet weeds? Oye! I felt so filthy by the time I got back to the barn. Let the sheep out, went back in the barn, feeling sticky and gross, and the rain stopped. No time to clean up or change, had to pick up my nephew from day care. Bleah! I am ready for summer to be over!

Little Pigeon

I am sad to report that Little Pigeon did not make it. I found him downstairs today, already dead. He must have fallen down the hay chute again. I don’t know if the fall killed him or if the chickens “knocked him off”. He wasn’t eaten, so I know it wasn’t Tiggy. It was just a stupid pigeon. There are hundreds of them making pests of themselves, crapping all over the haymow. I have not problem with the cats catching them. No problem when they become hawk or owl fodder. Don’t even get bothered when dad makes a trip to the barn with a rifle full of bird shot. But I feel bad that this stupid little fledgling died. Stupid bird!