AMKuska
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That sheep is really mean mugging poor Buford. Hopefully he learns a bit of manners.
Buford T. Justice Baymule’s LGD
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baymule
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I got pictures of Buford in stalking mode. He started doing this a couple of months ago. His target? Sheba. They play, run, tackle each other and Sheba goes for his legs. She even runs up under him to bite his front leg. He can’t reach her to bite her. Lots of growling from Sheba, she’s quite a talker.
I was walking down the driveway and saw Buford next to me, eyes fixed on Sheba who was playing through the fence with Carson. Buford placed each foot slowly and deliberately. Head down, body low slung, deadly quiet. They are playing, but it serves twofold, Sheba is teaching Buford how to kill a predator and the practice is fun.
As he got closer, they both broke and ran to mock fight and play. I’m glad I got pictures!
I was walking down the driveway and saw Buford next to me, eyes fixed on Sheba who was playing through the fence with Carson. Buford placed each foot slowly and deliberately. Head down, body low slung, deadly quiet. They are playing, but it serves twofold, Sheba is teaching Buford how to kill a predator and the practice is fun.
As he got closer, they both broke and ran to mock fight and play. I’m glad I got pictures!
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With the loss of Sentry a couple of weeks ago, Sheba and Buford are having to work a little harder. It’s lambing time, 2 ewes have lambed so far, more coming up in December. Sheba is perfect with lambing ewes. Buford has been a little confused about these scrawny things suddenly showing up. I hope I can catch some ewes lambing so I can bring Buford to watch under my supervision,
I have to brag on Buford. I have a bottle baby now. I’m leaving him with his mom and sister so he can cuddle up at night when it is cold. Plus yesterday I saw him stealing milk, so that’s a plus. Yesterday morning I fed him first, then started making rounds, including letting the young ewes out on the field and walking around with them. I fed other sheep, hay, water and forgot all about the bottle I stuck in my back pocket until I realized it wasn’t there. Great.
I went in Cooper’s pen. Buford and Sheba were laying out under the shade of a tree. Buford came galloping up and I thought he wanted in the pen with me. Nope. Ok so I brushed Cooper and spent a little with him. Buford laid down outside the pen, waiting on me. He walked off, turned back and looked at me. I went through the gate, he walked off a little further, looking back to see if I was following. I always tell the dogs, “Whatcha got? Show me!” And he led me to the tree. There on the ground was the bottle! I don’t know which dog found it and carried it to a safe place, but it was not chewed up, not even a tooth mark on it. Clearly Buford was showing me the bottle!
I picked it up, Buford grinned and wriggled in pleasure. I heaped praises on him, petted him and Sheba. I was so impressed that not only did the dogs find the bottle, knowing it was mine because it had my scent on it, but carried it to safety. Buford asking me to follow him so he could show it to me was just over the top. He is so smart.
I have to brag on Buford. I have a bottle baby now. I’m leaving him with his mom and sister so he can cuddle up at night when it is cold. Plus yesterday I saw him stealing milk, so that’s a plus. Yesterday morning I fed him first, then started making rounds, including letting the young ewes out on the field and walking around with them. I fed other sheep, hay, water and forgot all about the bottle I stuck in my back pocket until I realized it wasn’t there. Great.
I went in Cooper’s pen. Buford and Sheba were laying out under the shade of a tree. Buford came galloping up and I thought he wanted in the pen with me. Nope. Ok so I brushed Cooper and spent a little with him. Buford laid down outside the pen, waiting on me. He walked off, turned back and looked at me. I went through the gate, he walked off a little further, looking back to see if I was following. I always tell the dogs, “Whatcha got? Show me!” And he led me to the tree. There on the ground was the bottle! I don’t know which dog found it and carried it to a safe place, but it was not chewed up, not even a tooth mark on it. Clearly Buford was showing me the bottle!
I picked it up, Buford grinned and wriggled in pleasure. I heaped praises on him, petted him and Sheba. I was so impressed that not only did the dogs find the bottle, knowing it was mine because it had my scent on it, but carried it to safety. Buford asking me to follow him so he could show it to me was just over the top. He is so smart.
