My son was here with his drone again. It is always interesting to see the place from a perspective I wouldn’t otherwise see.
I still think it’s odd to see this object hovering and darting about.
The sheep aren’t big fans unless if up high enough that they don’t notice it.
Here is someone else who noticed it.
I don’t know if she wanted to warn it off…
…catch it and kill it…
…or play with it. However, she never got close enough.
Here are the views:
From over the barn looking east “Across the Road”. The green to the right is part of our pasture. The brown to the left is the neighbor’s place. Our house and garage, etc is in the center at the bottom of the photo.
From over the barn looking south. The green in the lower half is our pasture. I’ve been strip grazing from right to left.
This view is looking north. That line of trees just above the lower quarter or so is our boundary. The hay field is the neighbor. By the way, except for a few trees between the house and the road we planted (or let grow) all the trees that are here.
The view to the west. Our border is the dirt road and canal in the center of the photo. The drone is hovering over the barn.














This was growing inside that pile.


Even if the rams don’t get to go to the city, some of them are having fun. It’s time to breed my ewes that will lamb at the State Fair. This is Foley and Isadora yesterday. Today it was Crosby and Clover. 





















This is how I felt at the end of the day.












That is why we have to keep this pump set up in the winter. It wasn’t used the last couple of winters, but we woke up to this:





…but to no avail. None of the four ewes wanted much to do with him. I don’t have a photo but I did see him finally lying down by the fence looking exhausted and dejected.








However I’m not happy that the branches get stuck in their wool.




There are plenty of these still on what is left and they will be easier to get to. With my luck though they will all ripen just about the time that I go to Texas for the birth of my granddaughter.

…which makes it clear where Rusty was hiding out.
















Amaryllis (not a flower).






Jazz, mom of the triplets that were out for people to pet, made herself just as popular, calling to people to come back and continue petting.









