Wild Animals of the Domestic Variety

The dogs broke down the fence that was protecting the hanging lamb and devoured one of the forequarters before having a wicked fight over the rest, thereby alerting me to their misdeeds. So A. had to climb into the loft of the shed and hoist the lamb up there to keep it safe from our own semi-tame wolf pack. He was pretty pissed, but what else can we expect from such fierce dogs?

The sheep have been breaking through every enclosure that A. has tried to keep them in in the last week. They've been on the neighbors' back pasture and on their lawn; on our front lawn in front of the electric fence; in the woods behind their own pasture; and in the road. It's all Bonnie's fault, of course. A. is seriously considering sending her away with the lambs he wants to sell at the Pennsylvania auction next year. I wouldn't stop him.

One of the hens has decided to get all broody. Now. When we're staring down the barrel of a nasty Blackrock winter. This is not an auspicious time to have tender young chicks around. So A. has been crawling into the dog pen every night to remove Ms. Maternal from her nest there and deposit her in the coop where she belongs.

Also, Otty is in heat and has to be closely watched lest she take herself off and then deliver unto us some unexpected puppies in a couple of months.

Animals are such a pain in the ass sometimes.