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baymule
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This house was ringed with old oaks when I made an offer on it. Shady, cool, inviting, but by the time we closed, they were dead from the snow and ice storm of 2021 and the following drought in 2022. I had them all cut down. Had a couple left, just had one cut down last week, now have one oak tree left. One. It’s looking mighty sad, it probably won’t last another year or two.
Then the thick woods next to me has been clear cut. All the trees are gone. My house looks so bare.
At least it will be easier to put up this fence, it’s all cleared now.
These are 2 huge American persimmon trees in the front field. When I get it fenced, the sheep will sure enjoy the persimmons that fall.
I walked out in the field yesterday and did not see Buford. Sheba and Sentry came to greet me and get petted, but no Buford. I scanned the field, no Buford. I started walking towards the front, and I found him. He was climbed up in the hay bale! Bad Buford! Get out of there!
Buford ram to me, got petted, Sheba too. They both laid down.
Tummy rub? How can I resist!
Sheep have been on dry lot for 3 months. Buford hasn’t had much sheep time. We’ve been just trying to survive the horrible heat. Buford and Sheba have spent the major part of the day in the front yard, under the porch where it is cool. Sentry has been in the house, in his crate. Carson has been sprawled out in the floor.
I stretched tarps in the 2 sheep lots, for shade. Finally it has cooled off. Finally we got rain, enough so I can let the sheep out to graze, a few hours a day.
Yesterday i walked the field with the sheep and dogs. It’s old hat to Sheba and Sentry and they went to the shade tree to take naps. Buford stayed with me and the sheep. I went inside and watched out the window. Buford clearly wanted to stay with the sheep. He walked through them, checking on the ewes. He ran through the flock, they scattered, but he wasn’t chasing them. He perceived danger, ran the far fence, barking. The sheep ran to the safety of the lot. Sheba and Sentry ram to the fence, barking too. I didn’t see or hear anything, but their senses are much sharper than mine. Sheba and Sentry returned to the shade tree, the sheep returned to the field to graze and Buford made his round, checking the sheep, then laid down in the middle of the flock so he could watch them. He is making one fine guardian.
Then the thick woods next to me has been clear cut. All the trees are gone. My house looks so bare.
At least it will be easier to put up this fence, it’s all cleared now.
These are 2 huge American persimmon trees in the front field. When I get it fenced, the sheep will sure enjoy the persimmons that fall.
I walked out in the field yesterday and did not see Buford. Sheba and Sentry came to greet me and get petted, but no Buford. I scanned the field, no Buford. I started walking towards the front, and I found him. He was climbed up in the hay bale! Bad Buford! Get out of there!
Buford ram to me, got petted, Sheba too. They both laid down.
Tummy rub? How can I resist!
Sheep have been on dry lot for 3 months. Buford hasn’t had much sheep time. We’ve been just trying to survive the horrible heat. Buford and Sheba have spent the major part of the day in the front yard, under the porch where it is cool. Sentry has been in the house, in his crate. Carson has been sprawled out in the floor.
I stretched tarps in the 2 sheep lots, for shade. Finally it has cooled off. Finally we got rain, enough so I can let the sheep out to graze, a few hours a day.
Yesterday i walked the field with the sheep and dogs. It’s old hat to Sheba and Sentry and they went to the shade tree to take naps. Buford stayed with me and the sheep. I went inside and watched out the window. Buford clearly wanted to stay with the sheep. He walked through them, checking on the ewes. He ran through the flock, they scattered, but he wasn’t chasing them. He perceived danger, ran the far fence, barking. The sheep ran to the safety of the lot. Sheba and Sentry ram to the fence, barking too. I didn’t see or hear anything, but their senses are much sharper than mine. Sheba and Sentry returned to the shade tree, the sheep returned to the field to graze and Buford made his round, checking the sheep, then laid down in the middle of the flock so he could watch them. He is making one fine guardian.