Sheepy Sunday

This morning after finishing chores, I decided to sit down and play monkey – picking as much of the VM out of baby Babette's fleece as possible in order to get a cover on her lovely locks. Of course, that meant I had as many as four other friendly faces crowding around, hoping for attention!

Then Rick and Brian came down to tackle the big job of cleaning out the Sheep Sheraton; woot! Since I had to switch to first cutting hay, they have built up a deep pack of "straw" – all the hay they deem too coarse for food. If we had waited much longer, the girls would have been able to hop right over the half-wall. Still, I haven't been asking, because we had not yet picked up a bale of straw with which to cover the floor. No matter, I guess; they will soon generate their own.

While the men worked, the girls got to go to the center pasture, no longer the booby trap of nasty grass seeds now that it's mowed. There's not much to eat, but they were all delighted with the opportunity to check for themselves. Poor Babette was restrained for awhile longer while I finished monkey-picking her, admiring her fleece, trimming her toes, and fitting her with a coat. Finally she got to join the others.

As you can see, nothing more has been done to the neighboring lot since they stripped it of its young forest, so it is growing a thick crop of weeds. :-(

That's it for now from . . .