Took the dogs to the Hidden Pasture today. Passed by Bonnie & Clyde’s on the way down. They’d come out for their morning stroll by the time we returned. 8:49. 79°. Going to be a hot one today.
SueK sends along a link to several videos of Sheep Dog Trials. Sheep dog trials are contests between man/dog teams required to move a small group of sheep (usually 5 I think) around and through a specified course. The course usually consists of gates and barriers, and are set so that they aren’t straight, but
Got a call that there is an abundance of baby donkeys about! Will Bonnie & Clyde have a protector soon?
Clyde is male. I had thought we were given two ewes. I was mistaken. I had thought they were just playing when they were butting each other the other week. Again, I was mistaken. But there was no mistaking Clyde’s behavior this morning, and certainly no mistaking his… anatomy & physiology when I got to
Good morning, Dear Readers (with a special shout out to fellow dog lover, Steve)! It’s shaping up to be a beautiful day here on Farther Along Farm. This morning Missy, Rocky & I did something different– we trucked down to the Pond Pasture. And when I say “trucked,” I mean that the dogs and I
In case you were wondering– given the fact that I spoke to the sheep as if I were addressing human infants– sheep’s auditory frequency range is 100-30,000Hz. The frequency of a human female voice ranges from 165-255Hz (male voice, 85-180). So Mr. Big Food may have to elevate the frequency of his calls. I need
That’s Clyde in the foreground. Bonnie, who comes running to greet me, is more skittish once she within reach.
I would like to sincerely apologize to all of the stupid sheep out there. You aren’t as stupid as I thought. Good thing Mr. Big Food insisted we keep the bottom gate open!
You will recall that the sheep have gone missing. After our excursion the other day, Mr. Big Food proclaimed, “They are probably across the cotton field by now.” I thought they’d headed into the empty 700 acres behind us. We were both wrong. I just sat there. I called Miss M for no reason other
As you know, one of the sheep went missing the other day only to return on the wrong side of the fence, necessitating that Mara and I become shepherds. As I said, So I opened the gate between the two pastures thinking eventually one of the two stupid animals– and I do mean stupid– would
[A delightful book, by the way. Filled with all sorts of crappy old poems and songs. Highly recommended to those interested in escaping 2019 for a few minutes.] I received a call from The J-Man last Monday. Did I know where the other sheep was? I, too, had noticed earlier that the small one was