The boys have taken to sleeping all in a giant puppy pile every night lately for some reason. They have a hoop house they could get under, but they prefer to pile up against the fence or the side of the barn. They’re certainly not huddling together for warmth, lately it’s already in the seventies even early in the morning.
They’re lazy lately, too. They used to be up by the time I’d go out in the morning, but they’re still mostly laying around long after the sun’s up.
“Is it morning already?”
The exodus from the barn is usually a mad rush, but it gets delayed by Angel hanging back to investigate the hay bales. Every morning. I put a cup of salt on those bales last year and she knocked it over trying to steal it. I can’t imagine there’s much left on the straw, but she has to check every morning just in case.
“Hmm, any yummy salt up here?”
“Hey! This straw needs more salt over here!”
Moving from the field into the yard was again delayed, because Angel and Flynn got in a fight by the gate and no one wanted to pass them.
They settled that fight, but promptly got into another one up by the house.
Nova has gotten over most of her overprotectiveness, much to Flynn’s dismay. Fighting Angel was a lot more fun when Nova would swoop in and win for him.
“Mooom! Angel’s hitting me! Aren’t you going to make her stop?”
Nova was busy with breakfast and did not care a bit. Poor Flynn. He will be ok though. His horns are still small, but he’s big for his age.
Moving everyone back to the field a few hours later was also delayed, because everyone had settled down on the back patio and refused to budge. They think the yard should be theirs full-time, not shared with the dogs.
“Look, we pooped on it, so it’s ours now!”
They did not give up on the Occupy Back Patio movement until I managed to make myself annoying enough that they decided to run back to the field and hope I’d leave them alone and stop poking their silly stubborn noses.
Flynn tried to pick another fight with Angel on the way, but Angel was good and annoyed that I was kicking her out of her yard and didn’t want to play fight. Flynn quickly decided he’d been neglecting his mother recently and really needed to spend more time with her.
“Not because I’m scared of Angel! I’m not!”
If he isn’t, he should be. I’m scared of Angel sometimes. At least in the course of chasing Flynn she ran through the gate on her own. Yesterday I ended up having to drag her all the way to the gate by the horn while she planted her feet and struggled, which was not fun for either of us.
My return to the house was delayed, because Mira always suddenly becomes very droopy and clingy when I try to leave, leaning against my legs and being very sad until I sit down and pet her for a while.
“I will be so sad if you leave, you don’t want me to be sad, do you?”
So I have to sit and pet her, because I’m not a heartless monster. Eventually she lets me escape, though she still stands at the gate looking sad watching me leave. She perks up once I’m out of sight, so I think she’s ok.
Everyone is sticking to the shade and sleeping a lot because the weather is so hot. Even Watcher doesn’t want to go out. This is only June, I’m worried how hot it’s going to get in July and August. In the meantime, I guess we’ll just keep moving slowly and dealing with the delays.