Tuesday's weather was a real gift at this time of year. We reached the mid 70s with a stiff wind and bright sun. Knowing we probably won't see another like it this year made it all the more worthy of appreciation.
The bulk of the flock had a grand day outside. The breeding groups ( rams were put with their groups Monday) are in the barn but as we're only breeding 37 ewes this fall it leaves the largest proportion free to continue pasturing. We opened the farthest pasture to them one last time and they stayed down there a long time before trooping back up the hill to get a drink and have an afternoon siesta.
Some chose to sit in the shade of the barn and trees (not that there was much shade from the trees - it was more a philosophical statement on the part of the sheep) and others settled down in the full sun. 'Melted' might be a better word, at least for Velvet.
Bacardi, with Tahiti behind her.
Pickles, with Ida to the left.
Snowflake, almost alseep with her eyes open.
Clunk. No sense pretending...
Daisy must have been elected for guard duty. You hardly ever see everyone down and sleeping. Usually at least one ewe is up and half way alert.
Angel sat like this for a couple of minutes. I've seen some other 'overly large' sheep doing this occasionally, clearly thinking "I don't really want to hoist myself up but I'm so full it's not really comfortable lying here, either." What a dilemma.
But some kids just don't want to go down for a nap. These two are telling each other stories.
While the sheep were enjoying an leisurely afternoon Andy was putting a tire back on one of the tractors. The valve stem had leaked over the winter and the calcium chloride the tractor tires are loaded with
corroded a big chunk of the metal rim. He found a metal shop that could weld in a metal patch - no small feat since the area had multiple convex and concave planes all bent into an arc - and he picked it up yesterday. The newly painted area is the repair.
Once the rim was mounted back in place he had to drill a new hole for the valve stem to come through, but it was such a nice day to work outside the task wasn't unpleasant.
A stiff wind kept the flag snapping.
Even the barn spiders were hard at work. We leave a nightlight on in the barn and there are always webs right around it. A 24 hour diner!
This is an especially pretty one.
Of course, if you're a senior citizen you don't have to work as hard and are allowed a few extra kitty kibbles now and then so it pays to stay handy by, like Natasha.
"I didn't get old by being dumb."
"Did somebody say something about kibble?"
Clem isn't that old. He's the guy that checks the breakroom for doughnuts four times before lunch.
"I heard that!"
It's in your employee files, too. Just so you know.