Am I late getting a post up today, or what?
Got up this morning and went out to milk Bessie. While she was munching down on her grain and I was busy squirt, squirt, squirting milk into the pail, I heard a horrible commotion from in front of the barn. I could tell it was metal clanking and suspected someone was making an attempt to get through a gate. I left a confused ewe in the stand and ran out to see what was happening. There stood Quiet Storm with her neck through one of the gates. She’d bounced around enough to get the latch to let go, but her head was still temporarily stuck; she looked as though she were a cow waiting to be milked. Since both of the main gates were secure, I just left her and went back to Bessie and finished.
Trouble is my middle name!
It would appear that if anything out of the ordinary is to happen around here, it’s to be during milking time. Day before yesterday I had just finished up when Tait began to raise a ruckus out in the woods. Next thing I know Carrot, Pokey, and the whole darn gang are headed out of the trees into the backyard. Should have left Carrot tied up down in the field. Silly ram. Hasn’t he figured out yet that the grass is down there and we only serve hay at this joint? But it didn’t take long to see why he’d wanted to venture on home as the rivalry over Bessie’s affection between the rams began as soon as they were through the gate.
Playing hard to get.
I hate to rush off, but I’ve got soap oils being measured and gotta get to it. Ewe all have a blessed day!