Last week, Ronnie was just tiny and this week she had grown so much.
Hokey Pokey would let Nikol hold him on his back as she rubbed his chest.
Fudgy still hasn’t had her lambs yet, but she just looked like she could pop!
The shetlands crack me up — I swear that they’re a cross between a dog and a goat (and not sheep at all)!
Uncle Honeybunch wanted me to scratch his head and neck constantly — he would stretch out his neck and close his eyes to wee slits in pleasure. All the sheep were sheared this past week and it was very funny to see them all “nekked”. Nikol is ordering jackets for all of them, so their fleeces should be wonderful next year.
On the drive home, much of the prairies were being burned off.
This made to news in Kansas City, because much of the smoke had drifted east and was affecting the air quality in many areas.
The farmers have burned their fields for years to rid them of weeds and to put nitrogen back in the soil. It really is quite a sight. What always amazes me, is that within a couple of days of the burn, new grass begins peeking through the black and then very quickly and fresh green pasture reappears.