My husband just told me that when I get home tomorrow, I have to deliver the goslings next door, put the poultry in the brooder, unload the sheep (still not sure how we'll do this, but I really do NOT want a repeat of the Sheep Rodeo from last time!), and then go drive around for another hour or so with all the windows down til the car stops smelling like sheep sh*t.
Carload o' sheeps (observation: sheep defecate PROLIFICALLY in the car, and many of the happy little brown jellybeans roll off of the tarps one has placed underneath and get lost in the nether regions of the upholstery etc):
Me and sheep, in dog-run pen:
Yearling ewe Kurrant (needing of new nickname - Kurly?) and not quite 3 wk old wethered lamb we are calling Lambert:
Yearling ram "Jose Ferrer" - I have no idea why a Shetland would be named Jose Ferrer but it actually sort of suits him so I think he will stay a Jose. He is *exceedingly* handsome, although apparently fully horned (which is not what I was originally being offered, but, oh well):
Jose with his future brides:
Two of the horses detect presence of sheeps:
Fat white pony observing sheeps for signs of suspicious activities:
Absence of suspicious activities among sheeps:
Pat, extremely tired, and with 18 chicks and 8 poults in the brooder and I should probably go donw and check on them before I fall asleep.