On horns and happiness

Yesterday afternoon I went out to the pasture to take photos of the three half-poll boys, who each have very different horn growth. Blackberry came right up, so he was the first subject:The bigger "bump" is the scur that broke off first; the almost non-existent one is the scur that broke off while we were gone.

Next was friendly little Boo. His scurs have had a real growth spurt, but at least they aren't curling back and in like last year's longer scurs:
Beau never came up for scratches, so I took this with a bit of zoom:I won't be surprised if they break off like Blackberry's have; we'll see.

It was a bit difficult getting good photos of Boo and Beau, because Blackberry was being an attention hog. His sister Bramble wanted some lovin', too; I concentrated on her and pushed Blackberry away when he got pushy. So he just laid down beside me and proceeded to chew his cud! Bramble then plopped down between my legs, repositioning herself every once in awhile. Such times are truly one of the highs of shepherding.(Bramble's fawn fleece)

We could have spent a happy hour cuddling, I think, but I needed to head to the house and change for dinner out with my DH. On the way out of the pasture, I snapped a picture of Inky (Kaleidoscope Holly Orchid), my loving duo's dam, and caught Dinah and Bronwen in a striking pose (click to biggify).
Thanks to my friend and neighbor who offered to babysit Brian as an anniversary gift to us, Rick and I were able to enjoy a romantic dinner at a local Spanish (NOT Mexican) restaurant, followed by dessert at Coldstone Creamery. On the way home the sky was beautiful, a lovely postprandial treat:
Oh, and the chickens gifted us with a rare eight-egg day!

That's it for now at . . .