Yesterday I had a new toy to play with; thecrazysheeplady kindly loaned me one of her fancy cameras to use until I get mine repaired or replaced. It has many intimidating looking buttons and settings, and I am very proud it only took me a little over fifteen minutes to figure out how the shutter button works.
The sheep were actually (mostly) behaving themselves for once, so it was a good day to go outside and play around figuring out how to focus and zoom and things like that without having to thwart shenanigans at the same time. It’s going to take some practice to get used to juggling so many settings manually. It takes much better pictures than the camera I was using before, even with my inept handling, so I’ll keep practicing.
The moment the sheep saw me coming they abandoned their napping and ran to the gate, thinking I was going to let them into the yard. They were not happy when I came in instead of letting them out.
“What do you mean, you’re not letting us out??”
This camera is good bit bigger and louder than my old one, so it was regarded with deep suspicion.
“What is this StrangeClickyThing?”
Mira, of course, was not at all intimidated. She thought the camera would be lovely to chew up. I told her no. She drooped over my lap dramatically, and when I told her no again she threw a tantrum at me and stomped off to sulk.
“You are such a mean mommy and you never let me do anything I want to do or have any fun at all. Boo, Mommy!”
Since the camera didn’t attack Mira, Lady and Griffin had to come and investigate, too. They were also open to the possibility that it might be tasty. Holly came with Lady, but was still highly suspicious and wouldn’t come out from behind her mama.
“Is the NewClickyThing tasty? Or scary?”
Lady has some sort of branch stuck in her wool, but she ran off in a panic when I tried to pull it out. At least it doesn’t look like one of those thorn branches that work their way deeper instead of eventually falling out.
Once all the fuss was over, the two mama sheep sat with me by the fence, where we could all relax, doze and have a chat while keeping an eye on our babies playing around the round bale.
“Be careful, babies!”
That would have been a much better picture if Nova had been in focus. Oh well.
Drake and Griffin were enthusiastically trying to play king of the hill on the round bale. Round bales are an excellent invention, according to Drake and Griffin. In addition to being an excellent playground, you can also eat them! A Splendid Game on all accounts. They’re too short to actually make it to the top, but they have a lot of fun trying.
“I bet I can reach higher up than you!”
Notice the deep hole eaten out of the bale at the very highest point they can reach. They’re all causing quite an erosion problem with all that climbing.
Angel is less enthusiastic. She eats hay, but she doesn’t like it very much yet. The bottle babies I’ve had here always seem to be a little bit slower at learning to eat hay than the others.
“Why can’t we just live on crunchies until spring, instead of this DryPricklyStuff?”
That is a good question, Angel.
“Because all the crunchies are mine, that’s why!”
Mira was determined to pout behind the hay bale and give me the cold shoulder until I apologized for being so mean and let her have her way, but she had to peek out every now and then to see if I was sorry yet and to make sure I wasn’t giving Angel any crunchies.
Eventually everyone but the two bottle babies wandered off to graze, though they did perk up hopefully when I started back to the house.
“Now can we come in the yard?”
I barely got out the gate ahead of the charge.
“You are a terrible ShepherdPerson and we are all going to starve.”
I’m still getting a lot of pictures that are overexposed, or aren’t in focus, or some other problem, but I think I’m getting better at it. Editing the pictures to reduce the image size enough that wordpress doesn’t fuss at me, but not so much that the pictures look grainy is going to be another trial and error process.
Now I just have to work on getting myself back into Mira’s good books.
“It’s going to take a lot of crunchies. And I still want to chew on that camera. And I want to play in the yard. And no more giving Angel attention or crunchies. And I don’t like staying in the barn at bedtime, either.”
On the other hand, maybe it would be easier to just get used to her being grumpy with me. She always gets over it eventually, just in time to be freshly outraged the next time something doesn’t go her way. She is very spoiled, but she is too cute and sweet not to spoil. And her “Do you notice how much I’m ignoring you?” cold shoulder routine when she’s angry is very entertaining.
I let her look over my arm at the viewfinder screen to “help” me take some pictures this morning. They turned out too dark, because it is a very gloomy morning, but it seemed to mollify her hurt feelings a little anyway. Bottle babies are always very eager to “help”, especially when there are new toys involved.