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Day Fifty Four

A Foot of Snow

Yesterday’s snow came with a lot of wind, resulting in four lanes of highway being usable for the amount of snow piling up, a 35 minute drive taking 2.5 hours, and ending up with a foot of snow to gaze upon this morning. It came just as the Christmas snow was disappearing…Birds in the Bush

…and the birds are finding something to sing about!

Cake Donuts for Breakfast
Last night’s dessert, cake donuts, were today’s breakfast.

Melted Snowflakes

And there was not enough time today (or wherewithal to tolerate the cold outside) to catch snowflakes, so they melted.

Today, we discovered the male hair sheep getting increasingly aggressive with one of the Boer goats (who aren’t exactly all sweet and pretty with the Nubian goat), ramming her into the wall of their barn. This explains why she just runs when he merely wanders her way, and why she backs away from the feeding trough when he comes in, and so it was time to separate all the bullies into their own little living spaces. So, the sheep is with the Nubians, and the Boers are now by themselves.  Ah, life in Animal Kingdom.

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Day Fifty One

So long as you pay attention to me, I'm all right with being stuck in the fence!

So long as you pay attention to me, I’m all right with being stuck in the fence!

This stubborn little girl got herself trapped in the corner of fence on the front porch, where she and her friends come for their morning hang-out. The others saw her like this and wandered off, so she started bleating for our attention. We came out, laughed with horror, took a short video and a few pictures, and then tried to sort out the situation. We figured if she’d just slide her head down a bit, and maybe take a seat, she’d be able to wiggle her head out neatly enough.

But she had other ideas! She was either going to pull her head straight out (impossible) or stand there forever…so long as she had somebody to keep her company. Every time we’d leave for a bit, she’d bleat until we came back out and then calm down. Eventually, she let me push that pretty head of hers down enough for her head to wiggle out the larger bottom portion of the fence.