Who ever coined the phrase “follow like sheep” didn’t know what they were talking about….’cause they DON’T !!! So, either that saying is totally unfounded and made up by a city slicker or we have THE dumbest sheep in the whole wide world. I’m guessing we have the latter. As the sun goes down and the valley echoes to “come on sheep”, our motley little flock of dread locked/ shedding ewes and lambs gravitate towards the gate anxious for the safety of the big cedar barn and supper. In an ideal world, lambs would stick with mom and the milky bar when the gate opened…clearly we aren’t in an ideal world and they didn’t. When the gate swung open, 99.9% of the ewes and lambs headed like guided missiles for a direct hit on the feeders. Sadly our rebellious 1% watched the scruffy tails of the flock disappear in the distance ( actually, to be truthful….’round the manure pile) and out of sight before it turned 180 degrees, put it’s head up in the air and bolted in the opposite and very wrong direction. Bran the over enthusiastic border collie thought all his Christmas’s had come at once as he set off in hot pursuit. The mutinous escapee did three circuits of the fence line around the pasture before hurling itself headlong into the fence, knocked itself momentarily spaced out…...then flew over the fence line like a woolly gazelle. It was a bad move….Bad for Bran, he was on the wrong side ….bad for the escapee and Greg because he jumped straight into a thicket of prickly brambles followed by a less than amused Greg. I’m sure, had my swear jar still been operational it would have been a seriously profitable moment. DOH !!! I think there was a sleepless night spent counting scruffy lambs leaping fences into blackberry bushes because we have a solution….actually we have two. Greg has fastened a gate at 90 degrees to the field gate so the brat pack can’t do a fast reverse and, should plan (a) fail, Greg has plan (b)….. a hosepipe to give them a soggy wet reminder to get around to the right side of the gate. If we have to resort to plan (c) I’ll need the mint sauce !!!
“House arrest” isn’t a good place for me to be….I don’t have my right hand but I do have my left and too much time to get into trouble. The pantry has been screaming at me for a little (lot) of attention for some time now and my incarceration due to surgery has given me the perfect opportunity to exercise the muscles in my left arm and do some very necessary and very overdue major re organization ! Sadly, moving “stuff” that hasn’t moved in a while apparently has consequences and I’m pretty sure Greg heard my reaction from down at the barn. An inoffensive jar of peanut butter loitering on a shelf had to be relocated and I hardly expected to discover that my pantry was somehow home to THE biggest nastiest fattest long legged spider I had ever seen ! There it was, big bulbous black body, I could see hairy jaws, eight eyes, fuzzy legs…..horrible, quivering, fuzzy, long legs, all eight of them and it was AWFUL !!!! I can deal with mice, I tolerate rats, frogs and other nasties BUT arachnophobia is an understatement to my reaction to my uninvited and very unwelcome lodger…!!! I spent the morning sharing my kitchen with Simon the obese spider, I hesitate to question just what he had been snacking on in my pantry to be so big….. he was big enough to eat my dog ! What exactly was lurking behind the ketchup ? Did he have relatives ? I now have a hand that looks like it was dressed for an Egyptian mummy and PTSD. Greg you are my hero…..and PEDA, I’m sorry it was him or me.
Got to go, it looks like the sun is coming out and it would be ungrateful to ignore it !
Take care, keep safe, M
“House arrest” isn’t a good place for me to be….I don’t have my right hand but I do have my left and too much time to get into trouble. The pantry has been screaming at me for a little (lot) of attention for some time now and my incarceration due to surgery has given me the perfect opportunity to exercise the muscles in my left arm and do some very necessary and very overdue major re organization ! Sadly, moving “stuff” that hasn’t moved in a while apparently has consequences and I’m pretty sure Greg heard my reaction from down at the barn. An inoffensive jar of peanut butter loitering on a shelf had to be relocated and I hardly expected to discover that my pantry was somehow home to THE biggest nastiest fattest long legged spider I had ever seen ! There it was, big bulbous black body, I could see hairy jaws, eight eyes, fuzzy legs…..horrible, quivering, fuzzy, long legs, all eight of them and it was AWFUL !!!! I can deal with mice, I tolerate rats, frogs and other nasties BUT arachnophobia is an understatement to my reaction to my uninvited and very unwelcome lodger…!!! I spent the morning sharing my kitchen with Simon the obese spider, I hesitate to question just what he had been snacking on in my pantry to be so big….. he was big enough to eat my dog ! What exactly was lurking behind the ketchup ? Did he have relatives ? I now have a hand that looks like it was dressed for an Egyptian mummy and PTSD. Greg you are my hero…..and PEDA, I’m sorry it was him or me.
Got to go, it looks like the sun is coming out and it would be ungrateful to ignore it !
Take care, keep safe, M
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