Life Lesson from a Little Horse

"You cannot admire the scenery without eating some of it first."

Thank you, Blue Belle. I'll bear that in mind.

Back home after a lovely evening walk:

Surveying her domain...

But wait...

"...Is that an apple slice I smell in your pocket?"

Black & White Sunday #4 ::: A Weighty Issue

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Oh dear. Just one more pound until lamb chops...

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Tipping Point

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Pip has turned being a Tractor Dog into an art form. She also loves to sit up on high things, so when I set her on the mudguard for these photos, she didn't complain.

Can you see her buzzy friend?

Oh my gosh, she's so cute!

Good girl, Pip.

Silage is Boring

I was taking photos of Dad as he mowed a field...

...when the dogs decided that I was being boring, so they made their own fun. I'm going to let the following photos speak for themselves...

(And in case you're wondering, that's Pip with her paws in the air - her way of joining in the fun.)

Dad finished the mowing and left the field to switch tractors, and the dogs took a break from playing to run around.

I wanted to take some photos of the baling too.

...Oh, I'm sorry - am I boring you guys?

Photos taken, we headed back to the yard. We passed Blue Belle on the way.

The family portrait needs some work. Do you think I could teach Blue Belle to sit on a wall...?

Suffolk, Dorset and Norman

The only busy few months on the rams' calendar is fast approaching. They are enjoying their final days of relaxation. To identify them, Dad asked me to "put some sort of mark on them", which was a mistake. I decided to write their names on their backs in big, blue letters - except two of them don't have names. so I ended writing "SUFFOLK" on one, "DORSET" on the second, and last got "NORMAN".

Norman is the only ram you can see here, standing next to the huge Dorset ram of no name.

The Dorset tries to throw his weight around. but Suffolk isn't budging.

Norman and the Dorset:

Last time I was asked to put "some sort of mark" on Norman and his pals, I drew this:

Now that I think of it, I am surrounded by woolly blank canvases...


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Sheila and Teddy are ready.

On the to-do this this morning: feed the lambs.

They soon outgrow this more traditional looking metal feeder, so we feed them using the "mushroom feeders" instead - they can't get stuck inside those, at least. Two lambs are already waiting for us.

The feeder is empty - the leftover nuts can't be reached by the lambs.

Now it's a bit more full.

The nuts come out of the bottom.

...And the lambs (or dogs) stick their heads in.

Yum, yum!

The lambs don't want to come too close while Sheila is hogging the feeder.

Teddy and Sheila watch from a distance as the lambs get stuck in.

Those nuts won't last for long.