In between showers Holly and I took our afternoon walk. The sheep are tired of the rain.
We lock them out of the barn during the day to try to keep the barn and bunk drier. If left to their own devices they would graze until really soaked, decide to come in and shake buckets (literally) of water from their wool onto the bedding.
This stinks. Who do I complain to around here?
Let.......us.....in....... Says the lamb with the crazy hypnotic (camera flash) eyes.
My black is washing off.....
Hey, the dog's not wet. How come the dog's not wet too??
She only loves the dog. She's going to leave us out here till we drown.
You just can't explain some things to a sheep but at least they have a dry place to rest at night.