All that excitement.
By the end of the afternoon they were all tuckered out.
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Showing posts with label Emily. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emily. Show all posts
Saturday, April 16, 2016
It's a hard life
All that excitement.
By the end of the afternoon they were all tuckered out.
Monday, April 4, 2016
Hamlet and Hal ... or ... maybe Holmes
Emily the Icelandic gave us two more beautiful rams yesterday.
Well, she didn't so much give them, as we (by which I mean the vet) had to go in and take them.
But, whatever.
They're still gorgeous.
Daddy is Johnny Blue Lincoln Longwool. I wasn't sure how this Lincoln-Icelandic cross would turn out. At the time of breeding, I was still thinking Charlotte was the only bred ewe I had and a couple more Lincoln crosses, kind of like Brianna, would be fun. Had I realized I had so many oopsies, I probably would not have encouraged this breeding.
But I'm glad I did.
Just look at them.
Friday, November 6, 2015
Boomerang 0, Emily 1
None of our dogs are working dogs.
More's the pity.
No, they're the laze around and be pampered kind of dogs and Boomerang is no exception.
For the most part, I keep them separated from the farm animals. It's just easier that way. Or it was before we built the new fences this summer.
Ironically, one of the unintentional consequences of all the new livestock fencing was the destruction of the dogs' invisible fence.
Two steps forward, one step back.
At first I didn't worry about it too much, because the new fencing created a very nice dog yard in its place, between the house and the original pasture.
Then Boom figured out how to crawl under the fence into the pasture and he's been doing so at every opportunity since. No matter what countermeasure I throw up.
Usually, it's just a nuisance, cause as good as he is at getting into the pasture, he's hopeless when it comes to getting back out. I have to go get him.
P.I.T.A.
Every so often though, he gets into the field where the sheep are. This pleases him greatly. The sheep not so much.
He chases them around until he's penned as many as he can into a corner. Then he stands back and barks at them until I come and release them.
Good boy, Boom. Way to catch the sneaky sheep.
Not.
Today, he got his comeuppance.
Once again, the Icelandics are a breed apart.
Go Emily.
Guard sheep extraordinaire.
More's the pity.
No, they're the laze around and be pampered kind of dogs and Boomerang is no exception.
For the most part, I keep them separated from the farm animals. It's just easier that way. Or it was before we built the new fences this summer.
Ironically, one of the unintentional consequences of all the new livestock fencing was the destruction of the dogs' invisible fence.
Two steps forward, one step back.
At first I didn't worry about it too much, because the new fencing created a very nice dog yard in its place, between the house and the original pasture.
Then Boom figured out how to crawl under the fence into the pasture and he's been doing so at every opportunity since. No matter what countermeasure I throw up.
Usually, it's just a nuisance, cause as good as he is at getting into the pasture, he's hopeless when it comes to getting back out. I have to go get him.
P.I.T.A.
Every so often though, he gets into the field where the sheep are. This pleases him greatly. The sheep not so much.
He chases them around until he's penned as many as he can into a corner. Then he stands back and barks at them until I come and release them.
Good boy, Boom. Way to catch the sneaky sheep.
Not.
Today, he got his comeuppance.
Once again, the Icelandics are a breed apart.
Go Emily.
Guard sheep extraordinaire.
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