Saturday, August 20, 2016

All Ages

Looking through my pictures from today, I immediately noticed there were a lot of pictures of the older members of the Sleepy Acres gang.

There's Snowball.  (No one knows his precise age, but the vet estimated him to be around twenty.)  Here he is with the much younger Barack O'Llama.  (He'll be eight in November.)

Snowball and Barack O'Llama

Then there's Calico and Sandy, our oldest ewes.  Although much younger than Snowball, they are not spring chickens.

Calico reminds me that she does not like peanuts.

Sandy (peeking in) with Cilantro and Elvira.

Speaking of spring chickens....  Martha is one of our newest hens.  They should start laying any time now.  (Hmm, maybe that fact would encourage my egg gatherers.)

Martha, not as crazy as some of her "sisters."

Other youngsters: Parsley and Tarragon waiting for mom to finish scratching.  (They still look a lot alike in this picture, but up close their facial markings are beginning to look quite different.)

I admit...I can't tell who is who in this picture!
 And in the I-Can't-Believe-They're-All-Grown-Up Category: Peat and Myrtle.

Peat, one of the more mature guys in his pasture. Yikes!
 
Myrtle (unsuccessfully) trying to hide.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Woo Hoo

There are some very excited ewes today.  We opened the gate to the back field, which has a little more greenery than the rest of the pastures.  The drought has been very hard on our pastures!

Opal is hopeful when she sees us near the gate.

They hurried through before we changed our minds.  Henrietta is first, as always (she's one fast little sheep!).

Fast sheep: Henrietta, Molly, & Elvira

The big surprise is Sandy.  She's usually towards the end, but here is she is, out near the front.

The peloton (have I been watching too much cycling?)

In case you're wondering, Cayenne was last.  I'd add a picture, but there's only so many pictures of running sheep a person can see without getting bored.  I'll save you the boredom.

Most of the sheep were too interested in eating to look up.

Czadas gobbling up trefoil.

Tiffany is a more elegant grazer.

But Molly checked me for peanuts (nope)....

Molly always checks me for yummy snacks.

...and Cinnamon was a little suspicious of me.

Cinnamon is alert like mom Elsie.

Yeti and Spruce wanted to come along, too. 

"But that was our field!"