I was trying to take ram photos today. It’s frustrating because they all stay in one cluster. I think part of that is due to the flies that bother the sheep this time of year. They stand together with their heads down.
This isn’t exactly the kind of photo I’m looking for.
Or this.
Rusty helps move them around.
I had the best luck getting photos of this ram with the white horns, but he is not one I’m keeping for a couple of reasons. His lower right horn was already cut to keep it from growing into his cheek. The lower left is almost growing into his jaw and will need to be cut. He also shows no respect for people and as he gets older I think he could become a danger. Both rams in this photo are a year old, born at last year’s State Fair in July. I am keeping Hendrix, the one with the black horns, at least for now. He just recently broke his top horns which is unusual for an adult ram.
This is a photo of the same ram taken in February. Do you see those ridges on all the horns a few inches from his head? There must have been some kind of stress (illness, parasites??) at that point in growth that results in a weak place in the horns. Now, as he fights or…
…rubs on a tree (even with electric fence there…ACHHH!) those horns have broken off where they were weak. (Also notice how far out they have grown since February.)
While we’re looking closely at ram horns…
… take a closer look at the ram with the white horns.
So after dozens of photos this morning I didn’t end up with the full body shots I had hoped for. I have a few head portraits.
Hendrix (Mud Ranch’s Hudson x Meridian Shelby)
Miller (M. Clapton x M. Mable)
Presley (Sweetgrass Clint x M. Vicki)
Larry (Ruby Peak Linden x M. Spring)


…close.













My yearling ewe, Fandango, took first place in her class and was awarded Champion Jacob Ewe.








It has become tradition now to eat dinner at La Oficina. 




















She knew how to intimidate Rusty.












This is from the pasture looking north. 

This is the view of the field from my mailbox. I have been taking a photo of this same view once a week since January with the idea that it will be interesting to see at the end of the year.















First smile we saw all day.







The age-group competitors began their event promptly at 7 a.m. Chris told us later that he got kicked, punched, and knocked around. I can see why. I think there must be some strategy to avoid that–maybe get out ahead and stay there?


I stationed myself at the bike area to try and catch Chris as he started the 112 mile ride.

























This is Sam and Kirin, my grand-puppies.



