An even dozen

Today I broke up my one and only breeding group pair by removing Bridget from Bijou in the Ram-ada lot and putting her in with the other girls, who were already out on pasture. Bridget had to be investigated, of course; several thought she smelled verrrrry interesting.

Yep, I have, count 'em, twelve girls now. 😳

My other adult ewes have been taking turns standing at the fence plaintively calling to Bench and Sanson across the driveway, which drives them (and me) to distraction. The ewes are so clearly showing their 2-3 day heat cycles that I'm considering halter-breeding pairs in the future. If successful, I'd have firm lambing dates and could plan around things like our church's spring women's retreat. Don't know when that future might be, though – certainly not unless/until I sell some!

It's been over six weeks since Bud got his leg caught in his feeder; it's time to x-ray his shoulder again and see if it's healed/healing. (Not sure when that will happen; Rick has been spending every spare minute working on the shop.) Bud doesn't try to use his right leg at all; just packs it around like this:

If the broken bone has healed, I think his leg is going to need some physiotherapy to function again.

Here are the most recent daily IG/FB photos with captions (if they had one).

This evening there were three Red-tailed Hawks soaring and screeching above our place. I love watching and hearing them!

A lovely way  to end the Sabbath Day.

Fragrant, hot loaves.

That camellia bud is on a tall shrub at the home of a friend. Camellias around town (we've never had one) often seem soggy and messy because they bloom during our wet season, but this one is delightful. Here the other photos I took of it:

Busy week ahead. Both my car and my knees have appointments on Tuesday, and of course Thursday is Thanksgiving. We're joining a big group at my MIL's house for that; I have my assigned menu items to prep and make Wednesday and Thursday.

That's it for now from . . .