Me again, it’s 55 degrees and the sun is starting to shine over a glassy pond. The heron was standing motionless on one leg waiting for breakfast to swim by and down at the barn everyone waits !
Lamb Chop flew the flag for me yesterday, we would have flown Old Glory too, but somehow I had a sneaky feeling that it wouldn’t have looked too impressive attached to Lamb Chops twisted horn with baling twine….even if it was blue baling twine!!! He didn’t seem to object too strongly and if he had, a carrot or three would have made it all good.
Little Chance the lamb is growing up but still remember the hand that feeds and so far I’m still “mommy”. Chance enjoys us sharing a little lamb treat at any time of the day..or night but yesterday she took matters into her own hands..uh, teeth. I thought the little cuddly lamb was enjoying a tickle around her ear as she stood motionless head resting on my knee..I thought!! Crafty Chance was motionless because her little nose was happily buried in my carrot sack. Lamb euphoria!!
Derek had a riding lesson on Roman. Roman, the black Morgan horse is a bossy beauty and is bent on teaching a new rider that a horses behaviour cannot be anticipated!! Derek was his “victim” last night, and with Greg directing operations from mission control in the centre (English spelling!) of the arena, Rome fell!! Roman tried to back up, Roman tried forget he had brakes and his steering needed serious adjustment but Greg and Derek were in the mood for fixing and by the time a chastened Roman left the arena, Dereks big smile was bigger and his growing confidence bigger still.
Danielle is continuing to improve, she is spending longer standing on weak wobbly legs but has learnt that whenever one of our Woofer family passes a treat wont be far away and somehow Derek is passing,…very often! Danielle is on house arrest for at least another month..gosh, don’t I know how that feels!
Hol-ley continues to delight everyone that comes into contact with her. I can’t help but wonder why it is that everytime I feed and poop her, the paper towel turns into a dripping mess of loose/watery “stuff”. Why me?
Oh dear, time to go, the dog has made it to the door with a lazy stretch and Greg is fastening up his briefcase..yes, he is the only farmer I know that still takes his briefcase to work, some habits are hard to break
Take care, keep safe, M.
Lamb Chop flew the flag for me yesterday, we would have flown Old Glory too, but somehow I had a sneaky feeling that it wouldn’t have looked too impressive attached to Lamb Chops twisted horn with baling twine….even if it was blue baling twine!!! He didn’t seem to object too strongly and if he had, a carrot or three would have made it all good.
Little Chance the lamb is growing up but still remember the hand that feeds and so far I’m still “mommy”. Chance enjoys us sharing a little lamb treat at any time of the day..or night but yesterday she took matters into her own hands..uh, teeth. I thought the little cuddly lamb was enjoying a tickle around her ear as she stood motionless head resting on my knee..I thought!! Crafty Chance was motionless because her little nose was happily buried in my carrot sack. Lamb euphoria!!
Derek had a riding lesson on Roman. Roman, the black Morgan horse is a bossy beauty and is bent on teaching a new rider that a horses behaviour cannot be anticipated!! Derek was his “victim” last night, and with Greg directing operations from mission control in the centre (English spelling!) of the arena, Rome fell!! Roman tried to back up, Roman tried forget he had brakes and his steering needed serious adjustment but Greg and Derek were in the mood for fixing and by the time a chastened Roman left the arena, Dereks big smile was bigger and his growing confidence bigger still.
Danielle is continuing to improve, she is spending longer standing on weak wobbly legs but has learnt that whenever one of our Woofer family passes a treat wont be far away and somehow Derek is passing,…very often! Danielle is on house arrest for at least another month..gosh, don’t I know how that feels!
Hol-ley continues to delight everyone that comes into contact with her. I can’t help but wonder why it is that everytime I feed and poop her, the paper towel turns into a dripping mess of loose/watery “stuff”. Why me?
Oh dear, time to go, the dog has made it to the door with a lazy stretch and Greg is fastening up his briefcase..yes, he is the only farmer I know that still takes his briefcase to work, some habits are hard to break
Take care, keep safe, M.
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