Tonight was one of those nights when Bear just followed me around begging for scratches. But it was raining when the sheep were out so she was all wet. I hate handling the sheep when they are wet. I tried to get away with just lightly patting her forehead, but she would not let up. Looking at me with those sad brown eyes. Eventually I caved and gave her scratches. Bleah!
Really, weather? Another thunder storm? Really?
‘Cause I just looove having wet, wooly bodies pressing up against me, begging for scratches!
Thank goodness it’s raining! For a minute there I was getting worried. We almost had three days in a row without any rain!
I’ve been checking the sheep everyday lately to make sure their wool isn’t getting moldy.
Mom says the old-timers used to say, “A cold, wet May means a barn full of hay.”
May I just add; A rainy, wet June makes the barnyard a lagoon. I think the old-timers would agree.
And tomorrow starts July. If this weather continues I will be compelled to say; a nasty, wet July means the hay can’t get dry.
This could really be a problem. I mean, I am assuming the sheep will be wanting to eat come winter time.