Come On! I’m a Good Boy!
At the Gopher Hole
I told Curly I was thinking about it. The ba-ba, that is. He’s too sharp to “forget” about that ritual. I couldn’t believe it. He put his foot on my foot, then stood back and curled his lip at me. I’ve never seen him curl his lip before. Then, as quick as a wink, he turned to the dog fennel…and looked into a gopher hole. That old tortoise…the dirt is scratched up fresh again. I’ll just bet that Curly goes for walks with him.
Hey, oh hey, Maaaaa, you decide about the ba-ba yet?
Ohhhh, I looooove you Maaa.
Well, Smitty & I went down to the field to make sure there was plenty of water for the sheep. And Curly…well, he’d overheard the conversation about…shhhhh…weaning him. His brother Bing is still plowing into Sally’s udder, and she lets him nurse a little now and then…so, we’ve let Curly have his ba-ba. But…we’re at the tail end of a bag of Sav-a-Lam, and it does seem to me to be the perfect time to stop. Tom, though, ahhhhhhh. See, Curly still sleeps in the barn, because his mother still creams him with her horns at every opportunity. Tom feels so bad for him. We’ve tried to provide as much comfort and love as possible…and the ba-ba has been a huge factor. Arrrrrrh. I don’t know.
Fritallary on a Zinnia
Hopi Black Dye Sunflower with Bees
Tom’s Dear Fergie
Lovely day out there, not even running the water on the garden. We had a pretty big rain last evening, so I’m not being awful. The zinnias and sunflowers have made some luscious bouquets for the kitchen table. But, one has to leave a few out there for the butterflies and bees!
You Said Chicken and You Said Dinner…