It’s been relatively warm and muddy for a few days, and I’ve started hearing songbirds in the morning when I go out, so I’m thinking we’re moving into spring without really having had much winter. It’s very strange to have spring in January when a few years ago we were snowed in in late February, and still having occasional snow flurries in March.
Barney decided it was much too gloomy outside and he didn’t want to wake up this morning.
“It’s awfully dreary out there…”
“I’m just going to stay in this nice cozy barn today, thanks!”
It didn’t take Duke long to come back to the barn looking for his friend Barney, with all his assorted Dukelings in tow.
“Hey Barney, why are you still inside? It’s breakfast time!”
Duke ran Barney out, but then apparently decided Barney might have had a point and wouldn’t go back out himself.
“I think I might stay in this nice cozy barn today…”
By the time I persuaded all the boys to go out the girls were highly impatient for breakfast, so I didn’t have any trouble persuading them to leave the barn.
A few weeks ago they put in a stake that was supposed to mark where the new utility pole was going in for the house next door, but they neglected to get permission from the sheep, so the sheep have pretty thoroughly “killed” it. Oops.
Angel’s been butting it regularly ever since it was put in, and today she finally managed to uproot it entirely due to the soggy ground. She considers it “defeated” now and has lost interest, but Mira’s still pawing at it and scooting it around. It’s been several months since I’ve seen her going after rocks and sticks, so I thought maybe she’d finally grown out of it. I suppose she hasn’t, though.
“This stick does not belong here! It’s terrible!”
“Don’t touch my stick, Mommy! It’s MY stick!”
Silly, strange girl. I think any marking done in the pasture is going to have to be done with ground paint.
Most everyone is used to Mira’s antics, but the youngest set of lambs were highly curious about this new Splendid Game. Clover tried to “help” Mira with the stick. Briefly. Mira quickly made him regret all of his life choices that led him to that point. Daisy and Marigold were smart enough to watch the shenanigans from a distance. Marigold brought a snack.
“What’s Mira doing, ShepherdPerson? Is it a Splendid Game?”
Mira decided that the stick was completely ruined once it had Clover’s hoofprints on it, and moved on to bullying a rock instead.
“This rock does not go here, either! It’s completely ruining my aesthetic!”
Deciding I might as well leave Mira be, I tried to crouch down by the fence to take a picture of the boys, but slipped and fell in the mud. Falling wasn’t very pleasant, but at least I got everyone to actually look at me instead of breakfast for once.
“What on earth are you doing over there, ShepherdPerson??”
For about five seconds, anyway. Then they remembered breakfast and everything went back to normal.
“Oh well, whatever she’s doing doesn’t seem to involve food, so it must just be one of those crazy ShepherdPerson things she does. False alarm, back to breakfast!”
This is why ShepherdPerson needs collies as well as sheep; at least if I fall down around them the collies mill around worriedly and “helpfully” poke me with their paws and noses until they’re sure I’m alright. And bring me dog toys to cheer me up about the whole thing. And Echo may decide to sit in my lap and let me pet him if I don’t get up right away.
I’m hoping we have some sunny weather soon. I like having the rain, but it does get gloomy after a while. Not to mention slippery.