Let's Get Animal*

So, who's getting bored with me? Yeah, me too. So today, how about we take a break from the narcissistic bitch-fest this blog has become, and focus on something more pleasant. Because we have a lot of animals around here, and they're much more photogenic than me. To say nothing of less bitter.

Look who's all free and independent now . . .

Playing King of the Mountain

Every morning, I open their little chicken door so they can roam free, eating small bugs and indulging in dust baths. That's a good time, chicken-style. And every night, I close and latch the door to keep out the bad things. But we can't always protect our little chicks when they become big chickens and strike out on their own. Hence, one chicken has disappeared, leaving us with five chickens. It's a hard knock life.

And look who's very interested in the free and independent chickens . . .

Come to Mama, chickies.

She does not take a motherly interest in them. I believe she also sees them as a chicken dinner on legs. The dogs have not been absolved of blame in the Case of the Missing Chicken.

And now for a lesson in sheep breeds. Remember when A. bought three Merino ewes a couple of months ago? Perhaps I failed to mention that they are, in fact, Merinos. They're much smaller, quieter, and altogether more pleasant than the two gigantic Cotswold ewes we also have. This is what Merinos look like . . .

Kiss our woolly, dung-smeared butts, crazy camera lady.

HAHAHAHAHA. Oh my God, I am SO CLEVER. Okay, okay. This is what their faces look like. But it's not as funny.

I am cute, yes? You gimme corn?

And here's Don Juan the ram (I named him--clever, like I said), hanging around the fence, gazing longingly in at his unreachable harem.

Don Juan loves the ladies.

His services are not required for another couple of months, so he has to keep his pizzle to himself for awhile yet.

Not pictured are the Cotswold ewes, because they were too busy stuffing their faces full of grass to come close enough for a photo op, and Lambchop 1, 2, and 3, because I don't want you to get attached. They're, ahem, going to their reward on Saturday. Although, it's not so much a reward for them as it is a reward for us in the form of numerous legs of lamb. Yum.

And on that cheery note, I wish you a good day.

* From that 80s classic, "Let's Get Physical." What a filthy song. Olivia should be ashamed of herself for singing such words. To say nothing of appearing in a video full of shiny spandex, leg warmers, and headbands.