We’ve finally gotten a break in the heat wave! The sheep have at last gotten over their paralyzing terror of the new gravel pad in front of the barn, mostly I think because it was too hot to care about things like falling to one’s death down a 6-inch trench or walking on scary gravel. They’re much happier with the cool weather we have so far this morning.
“You two stay right next to me!”
Duchess still keeps a watchful eye on her “little” brood, though Clover runs off pretty often now that he’s a big boy. Daisy still stays close to her mother as much as possible.
“This is MY baby, no snatching, ShepherdPerson!”
Holly has relaxed her paranoia enough to come near me again, but she still occasionally suspects I’m just waiting for the opportunity to steal Marigold from her. Her baby is the best baby ever, of course, so she has to watch for that sort of thing.
“The nice thing about having great big lambs is that they’re too heavy to snatch!”
I keep telling Lady that when the lamb is bigger than you are he’s probably big enough to look after himself, but Lady still looks after Danny anyway. I don’t really blame her, since her first baby was Neo, who still can’t look after himself despite being 5 years old and the biggest Soay wether on the farm.
“I don’t know why all the other guys pick on me!”
Nobody really picks on Danny, but he’s similar enough to Neo in looks and temperament that as long as he behaves I’m not going to risk moving him over with the boys.
“I’m MUCH tougher than Big Brother Neo! Those big boys wouldn’t beat ME up all the time! … But I’d rather stay here with my mama anyway.”
I tried to get a nice wide shot of all the boys peacefully grazing together, but of course as soon as I got close enough for the fence to not show in the shot they all came running to see if I had goodies.
“Last one there’s a rotten egg!”
Fortunately I was taking pictures through the fence instead of climbing over, so I was not trampled in the stampede. Although Apple did poke his nose through and chew on my jeans a little bit while I was leaning on the fence to catch Duchess and Angel having a Disagreement.
“I’m the toughest!”
I told Angel it isn’t nice to hit your grandmother, but she did not listen to me. Usually Disagreements involving members of Duchess’s bloodline are tiresome things that go on all day (and sometimes all week) but by the time I left for the house it looked like they had settled down for the time being.
“One big happy family!”
I’m enjoying the peace while it lasts. The pastures are starting to look a little scruffy, so it won’t be long before they start getting hay, which always signals a new round of World War III.