The ram boys are queued up every morning to go out and poke around in the pasture. They have hay available in the feeders at night to snack on. Even though the pasture is old and past its prime this time of year they still want to go out and do sheepy things.
C'mon, lady, hurry up with the gate already.
Mr. Bill photo-bombs the scene
This black lamb had dozed off while waiting. Note the white spot on his side. It's the only white mark he has. His buddy was kind enough to sit and wait for him to wake up.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...........
Then he woke up and ran to catch up.
Crap, I hate being last.
And everyone spread out for a nice day of grazing.
Living that good sheep life.
Andy has been able to get after picking the corn. For ear corn to keep in the crib it should be 24% moisture or less. The snow and cold we had slowed its progress but now we're good.
Trusty gravity box and elevator
Flowing out well with the help of an occasional poke to keep it moving.
Filling the center bay of the crib
The ears are not husking nearly as well as last year's variety. It might be peculiar to that type or it might be due to weather and environment. It's undesireable to have so much husk in the crib as it cuts down on air circulation and promotes mold growth, but there's nothing to be done but hope for the best. We are much luckier than some people who have lost their corn crop to drought or flood.
Last year's corn on left - husked well. This year's on right - not so much.
Wouldn't this make a cool jigsaw puzzle?
Holly got as far as the apple trees before collapsing in the sun.
Huh? Wha..? Could you not make so much noise? I'm trying to rest, here.
Such a hard, doggie life.
"Crap, I hate being last." That's why I read your blog. Love it! :-D
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