Saturday, February 02, 2013
Well...the 26 y/o niece who is headed for missions work is a lump on the couch at 9:10am and I suspect will emerge about 11am....she is still much of a teen ager. Mom is making her usual breakfast and I have fed and shuffled animals about. My goal is to eventually get the big ponies out to the large middle pasture and the smaller ones to the sunny north paddock...and let Johnny B, my old ram out to lumber about the barn. He is feeling much better but I suspect I am going to have to chop hay really fine to make it edible for him. I really dont want to buy the very expensive bags of dehydrated alfalfa hay if I can avoid that. Most people would just take him to the sale for dogmeat or shoot him but we have some history. Nine years ago I took possession of him and 8 ewe lambs, built a pen in the barn and nurtured them along. He grew into fine, handsome ram, sired many beautifull lambs and jealously guarded his harem. I had to carry a staff and and watch my back as he considered me just another sheep to put in line...he was content as long as I stayed in the flock...try to leave or back up and he was sure to charge...which could be countered easy enough with a hard look and a flourish of the staff. The safest place to walk was next to his side where he would grumble and paw but not try to head butt. I will find a picture in his prime and post...he was quite striking. He and the dog worked out co existence as is illustrated by more than one facial scar...and his right ear is somewhat cauliflowered from a hematoma and thickening due to an ear infection but he still carries himself with aloof and dignity.