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Tuesday, January 2
Farm Photo: 1/2/07
2006 Headlines That Didn't Make The News
Donkey Brings Morning Traffic To A Standstill
A year of Daily Photos ago: Winter Color
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Donkey Brings Morning Traffic To A Standstill
A year of Daily Photos ago: Winter Color
Welcome new visitors!
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Thursday, December 28
Thursday, December 21
Daily Farm Photo: 12/21/06
Sunshine, Blue Skies--It Was A Beautiful First Day Of Winter
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A year of Daily Photos ago: Happy First Day Of Winter
Tuesday, December 19
Daily Farm Photo: 12/19/06
Cary Can Find A Snack Anywhere
A year of Daily Photos ago:
New Cat Isn't The Only One Fluffing Up For Winter
Thursday, December 7
Daily Farm Photo 12/7/06: Kids These Days
Cary Goes Grunge
Every year the so-called Generation Gap gets a little wider. In fact sometimes it seems like it should be called the Generation Grand Canyon.
A California pal I've known since kindergarten recently informed me that, after weeks of negotiation, her three-and-a-half-year-old son now sports a mohawk. My friend says it looks super. Her mother, on the other hand, pretty much thinks the exact opposite. I doubt either of us girls even knew what a mohawk was when we were twelve, let alone three-and-a-half. And we've certainly never had one. There's obviously no denying it: The Teenage Rebellion has been taken over by toddlers. And even the rural American barnyard isn't safe.
I really want to assume that the red swipe of raddle marker and splotch of green slime ended up on seven-month-old Cary quite by accident, but with kids these days you never know. And of course I can't help wonder (and worry) what will be next. I can only hope that as we near shearing time next spring she doesn't start negotiating for a full-body mohawk.
A year of Daily Photos ago: Still Life In Farmyard
Tuesday, November 28
Wednesday, November 22
Daily Farm Photo: 11/22/06
Baby, It's Cold Outside
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From Out Of The Fog, A Little Beagle Dog
Tuesday, November 14
Daily Farm Photo: 11/14/06
Did You Say Snow?
Yep.
A year of Daily Photos ago:
Did I Hear That Right? Clare Is Back?!
Sunday, November 12
Daily Farm Photo: 11/12/06
Beyond This Door There Be Treats
Open. Open. Open.
A year of Daily Photos ago: Same Scene, New View
And a special Weekend Cat Blogging: Be Well, Clare
Monday, November 6
Daily Farm Photo 11/6/06: She's Growing Up So Fast
Little Cary Is Six Months Old Today!
Don't know who Cary is? Meet her in A Tiny Tail for Mother's Day.
Our mornings still start out much the same, with a loud "Maaaaaaa!" from Cary. If she is not already waiting at the gate for me, as soon as she sees me she flies across the barn, pushing past the flock, leaping and running right over any big sheep in her way. I let her and Donkey Doodle Dandy out, Cary inhales half her bottle of milk, Dan gets pushed out of the way of oncoming traffic, then the rest of the sheep are set free and counted as they file out of the barn. Next it's treats for Dan and Cary and a few quick chores for me.
Then Cary and I (and often Robin & The Nanny Bear) head out in search of the flock. Lately they've been making a beeline to the farthest field, most of them preferring the shortcut entrance under the barbed wire to the giant open gateway just a few steps away. (Notice the well worn path and wool-covered wire in the photos.)
Once she sees her flock, Cary picks up the pace, often doing a little uncontrollable shake of her head and leap into the air because she is so happy. We greet the sheep, and Cary gets right down to the business of eating, glancing up every few moments between bites to make sure I am still nearby. Okay, she's actually checking to see if I've pulled out her bottle yet, as she knows perfectly well it is still half full. Once I give in and surrender the milk, she is pretty much done with me for the day. I pat her soft little body and tell her goodbye, then I slowly walk back to the house.
When I check on Cary during the day she is always happy to see me, but she is very busy eating. Once she is tucked in the barn for the night, though, she will happily stand still for hugs and nuzzles and listens intently to the sweet nothings I murmur into her fuzzy ears. This is the time of day when lambs cozy up and bond with their mothers, and I still feel a pang in my heart when I have to leave her each night. (Cary has the guilt thing down pat.) Like I said the other day, I may just have to spend a night or two in the barn during this next lambing season.
In the meantime, I continue to cherish each and every moment with my sweet surprise daughter—who, like any good foodie, is wearing her treats on her face.
Want to get to know Cary better?
Cary Is Two Months Old Today!
Cary Is Three Months Old Today!
Cary Is Four Months Old Today!
Cary Is Five Months Old Today!
Don't know who Cary is? Meet her in A Tiny Tail for Mother's Day.
Our mornings still start out much the same, with a loud "Maaaaaaa!" from Cary. If she is not already waiting at the gate for me, as soon as she sees me she flies across the barn, pushing past the flock, leaping and running right over any big sheep in her way. I let her and Donkey Doodle Dandy out, Cary inhales half her bottle of milk, Dan gets pushed out of the way of oncoming traffic, then the rest of the sheep are set free and counted as they file out of the barn. Next it's treats for Dan and Cary and a few quick chores for me.
Then Cary and I (and often Robin & The Nanny Bear) head out in search of the flock. Lately they've been making a beeline to the farthest field, most of them preferring the shortcut entrance under the barbed wire to the giant open gateway just a few steps away. (Notice the well worn path and wool-covered wire in the photos.)
Once she sees her flock, Cary picks up the pace, often doing a little uncontrollable shake of her head and leap into the air because she is so happy. We greet the sheep, and Cary gets right down to the business of eating, glancing up every few moments between bites to make sure I am still nearby. Okay, she's actually checking to see if I've pulled out her bottle yet, as she knows perfectly well it is still half full. Once I give in and surrender the milk, she is pretty much done with me for the day. I pat her soft little body and tell her goodbye, then I slowly walk back to the house.
When I check on Cary during the day she is always happy to see me, but she is very busy eating. Once she is tucked in the barn for the night, though, she will happily stand still for hugs and nuzzles and listens intently to the sweet nothings I murmur into her fuzzy ears. This is the time of day when lambs cozy up and bond with their mothers, and I still feel a pang in my heart when I have to leave her each night. (Cary has the guilt thing down pat.) Like I said the other day, I may just have to spend a night or two in the barn during this next lambing season.
In the meantime, I continue to cherish each and every moment with my sweet surprise daughter—who, like any good foodie, is wearing her treats on her face.
Want to get to know Cary better?
Cary Is Two Months Old Today!
Cary Is Three Months Old Today!
Cary Is Four Months Old Today!
Cary Is Five Months Old Today!
© FarmgirlFare.com
Monday, October 30
Daily Farm Photo: 10/30/06
Ram! Bam! Look Out, Ma'am!
What A Guy
Many of you know that it can take a while to get a name around here. And when someone does finally get a name, it is pretty much guaranteed that not everyone will think it is as wonderful as I do.
Back in September we drove up to a friend's farm to pick out a new Suffolk ram lamb to breed with our flock. After we had him loaded up and were getting ready leave, my friend turned to me and delivered these parting words with great seriousness:
"Just don't give him a ridiculous name like you gave the last one."
"Leopold? What was wrong with that?"
"No. What was the one before him?"
"Rammy."
"No. What else did you call him?"
"Big Boy?"
"All I remember is you started calling him some goofy name while you were still here, and after you left we couldn't stop laughing. Heck, we still laugh about it and that was years ago." (For some reason this dear friend finds humor in pretty much everything I do and say, including chasing around baby pigs with my camera.)
So as soon as we got back to the house, I dashed off an email to my laughing pal letting her know that we had arrived safely and that 'Stud Muffin'--whose unloading from the truck had attracted the undivided attention of the entire flock (and Dan)--was settling in just fine.
Once we had stopped laughing, we began to put a lot of thought into our new ram's real new name. The thing was, Stud Muffin had started to stick. It was cute (you know I love cute), and he did look like a stud as he strutted around his pen for the girls. Plus the "muffin" part even gave it a baking slant. But knowing that if I named him Stud Muffin my friend (who will be reading this) would never, ever, ever let me live it down, we wisely chose something else.
Some of you may remember Jeff from the Name That Sheep Contest I held last October. Jeff (who keeps his household in hysterics while his partner Joe keeps them in a dizzying array of yummy stuff) was an avid, determined, giggle-fit-inducing player. When his first choice for a name ("Cashew, as in Cash Ewe hee hee hee!") wasn't a winner, he didn't take offense. He simply continued to play his own version of the contest, changing it to Name That Everything (And Please Name It Jeff!). For over a year now he has been leaving not-so-subtle hints and suggestions in comments on numerous Farmgirl Fare posts. At one point he said he would consider having a piece of farm equipment named after him, "like a tractor or a garden cart." And, in a moment of desperation, he was willing to settle for a tree called Jeff.
Well, Jeff, sometimes persistence pays off. It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you:
Mr. Studly Do-Right Jefferson!
(Who goes by Studly Jeff)
And Do-Right he has certainly done. On October 10th we put Studly Jeff in with the flock.There were 32 ewes to cover (that's farm speak for knock up), and two weeks later he'd pretty much nailed them all. What can I say? Studly Jeff has only One Task on the farm--and he's done a bang up job at it. (Now he's going back and double checking his work.)
Of course five months from now, I will no doubt be hoping that he'd spread things out just a little bit more. Fifty or so lambs born in a couple of weeks? Oh my. We'll have to double (or triple) up at The Bonding Suite Inn. This is definitely going to be interesting--and no doubt crazy. But it'll certainly be better than last spring's three month long lambing season (due to Leopold getting overheated during late summer). There's nothing like 21 nights in a row of reluctantly climbing out of a warm and cozy bed at two in the morning, piling on turtleneck, winter coveralls, heavy jacket, hat, scarf, gloves, and boots, then stumbling down to the barn in the freezing cold, clutching a towel and a bottle of iodine, only to find that nothing is going on. (Then repeating these steps in reverse and trying to fall back to sleep for a couple of hours.)
I have a feeling, though, that getting back to sleep this next lambing season won't be a problem, as I probably won't be getting to go to bed in the first place. Hmmmm. Maybe I should make up a little hay bed and just plan on living in the barn for a while. There would be plenty of wool to keep me warm. And I bet Cary would love to finally get to spend an entire night curled up next to her mother.
A year of Daily Photos ago:
The Tail End Of This Year's Fabulous Fall Colors
What A Guy
Many of you know that it can take a while to get a name around here. And when someone does finally get a name, it is pretty much guaranteed that not everyone will think it is as wonderful as I do.
Back in September we drove up to a friend's farm to pick out a new Suffolk ram lamb to breed with our flock. After we had him loaded up and were getting ready leave, my friend turned to me and delivered these parting words with great seriousness:
"Just don't give him a ridiculous name like you gave the last one."
"Leopold? What was wrong with that?"
"No. What was the one before him?"
"Rammy."
"No. What else did you call him?"
"Big Boy?"
"All I remember is you started calling him some goofy name while you were still here, and after you left we couldn't stop laughing. Heck, we still laugh about it and that was years ago." (For some reason this dear friend finds humor in pretty much everything I do and say, including chasing around baby pigs with my camera.)
So as soon as we got back to the house, I dashed off an email to my laughing pal letting her know that we had arrived safely and that 'Stud Muffin'--whose unloading from the truck had attracted the undivided attention of the entire flock (and Dan)--was settling in just fine.
Once we had stopped laughing, we began to put a lot of thought into our new ram's real new name. The thing was, Stud Muffin had started to stick. It was cute (you know I love cute), and he did look like a stud as he strutted around his pen for the girls. Plus the "muffin" part even gave it a baking slant. But knowing that if I named him Stud Muffin my friend (who will be reading this) would never, ever, ever let me live it down, we wisely chose something else.
Some of you may remember Jeff from the Name That Sheep Contest I held last October. Jeff (who keeps his household in hysterics while his partner Joe keeps them in a dizzying array of yummy stuff) was an avid, determined, giggle-fit-inducing player. When his first choice for a name ("Cashew, as in Cash Ewe hee hee hee!") wasn't a winner, he didn't take offense. He simply continued to play his own version of the contest, changing it to Name That Everything (And Please Name It Jeff!). For over a year now he has been leaving not-so-subtle hints and suggestions in comments on numerous Farmgirl Fare posts. At one point he said he would consider having a piece of farm equipment named after him, "like a tractor or a garden cart." And, in a moment of desperation, he was willing to settle for a tree called Jeff.
Well, Jeff, sometimes persistence pays off. It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you:
Mr. Studly Do-Right Jefferson!
(Who goes by Studly Jeff)
And Do-Right he has certainly done. On October 10th we put Studly Jeff in with the flock.There were 32 ewes to cover (that's farm speak for knock up), and two weeks later he'd pretty much nailed them all. What can I say? Studly Jeff has only One Task on the farm--and he's done a bang up job at it. (Now he's going back and double checking his work.)
Of course five months from now, I will no doubt be hoping that he'd spread things out just a little bit more. Fifty or so lambs born in a couple of weeks? Oh my. We'll have to double (or triple) up at The Bonding Suite Inn. This is definitely going to be interesting--and no doubt crazy. But it'll certainly be better than last spring's three month long lambing season (due to Leopold getting overheated during late summer). There's nothing like 21 nights in a row of reluctantly climbing out of a warm and cozy bed at two in the morning, piling on turtleneck, winter coveralls, heavy jacket, hat, scarf, gloves, and boots, then stumbling down to the barn in the freezing cold, clutching a towel and a bottle of iodine, only to find that nothing is going on. (Then repeating these steps in reverse and trying to fall back to sleep for a couple of hours.)
I have a feeling, though, that getting back to sleep this next lambing season won't be a problem, as I probably won't be getting to go to bed in the first place. Hmmmm. Maybe I should make up a little hay bed and just plan on living in the barn for a while. There would be plenty of wool to keep me warm. And I bet Cary would love to finally get to spend an entire night curled up next to her mother.
A year of Daily Photos ago:
The Tail End Of This Year's Fabulous Fall Colors
Wednesday, October 25
Wednesday, October 18
Daily Farm Photo 10/18/06: My Little Girl Is Growing Up
Cary gazing across the field at her flock
Don't know who Cary is? Meet her in A Tiny Tail for Mother's Day.
Most mornings Cary is calling out to me long before I reach the barn. I still greet her with a bottle of milk, and once she has sucked it down, and the rest of sheep have been counted and are headed down the gravel drive in search of breakfast, we give Donkey Doodle Dandy his morning treat and tend to any barn chores.
Then we meander out to the front field together to find the sheep. We stand among them while I breathe in the beautiful scenery and slowly look everyone over and Cary nibbles on grass. The sheep are always busily eating in a way that manages to be at once frantic and serene.
This morning, after assuring myself that everything was right, I continued to walk past the flock toward the next field, checking behind me to make sure Cary was following along. She wasn't. She was several yards back, standing among a group of sheep, happily grazing.
I called her name, and she looked up and gave me a small "Maaaa!" bleat in return. Then she went back to eating, her actions clearly saying, "I know you're leaving, but I'm supposed to stay here."
And that is as it should be.
As I continued to walk along without her, I thought about how much less affectionate she has become, how for the most part she has turned away from me and toward her flock. And just as the words and that is as it should be played through my head once again, I looked down and saw a beautiful heart rock unlike any other in my collection. I picked it up and slipped it into my pocket, rubbing my fingers along its smooth surface, grasping its weight in my hand, feeling its physical presence.
Cary isn't rejecting me; she's simply growing up, as all little lambs must do. I had no idea I would be so affected by this. But I do know that I will always be in her heart, and she will of course always have mine.
And that is as it should be.
Want to get to know Cary better? You'll find lots more photos of her here.
A year of Daily Photos ago:
Look Up, Look Down, Look All Around—Always
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Friday, October 13
Daily Farm Photo: 10/13/06
A Lucky Little Something For Friday The 13th
Please Say Hello To Lucky Cherry!
Names, names, names. Everybody needs a name around here! And many of you know I have, um, well, a small backlog problem with getting around to giving them--and then revealing them. And although this is not the promised lady llama's name (it's coming soon, it really is, and I wasn't kidding when I said I had a good excuse for the delay), but this is a new name announcement nonetheless. And even though this is only the third of the 2006 ewe lambs to be named (Cary--whose full name is Caraway--and Chocolate Chip Biscotti are the other two), I felt this was the perfect day to introduce you to little Lucky Cherry.
Lucky Cherry was named in honor of my new English pal, Cherry, who writes two delightful blogs and maintains a wonderful website/online store. People often tell me they come to Farmgirl Fare to "escape" (which thrills me to no end.) So where do I go to escape the farm without having to actually leave (and when I'm too hungry to devour all my favorite food blogs)? To the English countryside and Cherry's absolutely charming Tales From Pixie Wood.
Lucky Cherry is one of Snugglebunny's twin girls. Snugglebunny's eartag is Yellow 13, and Lucky Cherry was the 13th lamb born on the farm this year. The "lucky" part is in honor of my sweet Lucky 13 sheep who died last spring. (And yes, Lucky Cherry's amazing resemblence to Cary and the fact that Cherry rhymes with Cary also played a part in her naming.)
Cherry the person, who spent many years as an actress, was so tickled when I told her about her little woolly namesake, that she sat right down and published a wonderful (and blushingly sweet) post chock full of photos called "I'd Take This Over The Academy Award Every Single Time."
Back on my one year Farmgirl Fare anniversary post, I announced that I was taking suggestions for "C" names for the 2006 ewe lambs. So recognition must be given to Dawn and Kat, who both submitted Cherry as a name. They were certainly thinking along the same lines, as Dawn also came up with Cornflake, and (the morning after she put in her vote for Cherry--along with a little French lesson) Kat came back with Chex & Cheerio. Dawn's first choice was Cherry, and her second choice was Cherry Pie, which was also the name offered up by Jas (another English food blogger)--and Lucky Cherry is definitely as sweet as cherry pie. She comes right up to me for hugs and kisses every day.
As I mentioned earlier, there are still several more "C" lambs to be named. Click here to read everyone's suggestions so far--and to offer up your own if you'd like to join in the fun. And Happy Friday The 13th to you. I'm hereby declaring it to be a very lucky day!
Oh, and if you're more into food than farm animals (yet still happen to be reading this), be sure to stop by Cherry's English Kitchen, where she celebrates home cooking and seasonal recipes in the most deliciously winsome way.
A year of Daily Photos ago: Autumn From A Different Angle
Please Say Hello To Lucky Cherry!
Names, names, names. Everybody needs a name around here! And many of you know I have, um, well, a small backlog problem with getting around to giving them--and then revealing them. And although this is not the promised lady llama's name (it's coming soon, it really is, and I wasn't kidding when I said I had a good excuse for the delay), but this is a new name announcement nonetheless. And even though this is only the third of the 2006 ewe lambs to be named (Cary--whose full name is Caraway--and Chocolate Chip Biscotti are the other two), I felt this was the perfect day to introduce you to little Lucky Cherry.
Lucky Cherry was named in honor of my new English pal, Cherry, who writes two delightful blogs and maintains a wonderful website/online store. People often tell me they come to Farmgirl Fare to "escape" (which thrills me to no end.) So where do I go to escape the farm without having to actually leave (and when I'm too hungry to devour all my favorite food blogs)? To the English countryside and Cherry's absolutely charming Tales From Pixie Wood.
Lucky Cherry is one of Snugglebunny's twin girls. Snugglebunny's eartag is Yellow 13, and Lucky Cherry was the 13th lamb born on the farm this year. The "lucky" part is in honor of my sweet Lucky 13 sheep who died last spring. (And yes, Lucky Cherry's amazing resemblence to Cary and the fact that Cherry rhymes with Cary also played a part in her naming.)
Cherry the person, who spent many years as an actress, was so tickled when I told her about her little woolly namesake, that she sat right down and published a wonderful (and blushingly sweet) post chock full of photos called "I'd Take This Over The Academy Award Every Single Time."
Back on my one year Farmgirl Fare anniversary post, I announced that I was taking suggestions for "C" names for the 2006 ewe lambs. So recognition must be given to Dawn and Kat, who both submitted Cherry as a name. They were certainly thinking along the same lines, as Dawn also came up with Cornflake, and (the morning after she put in her vote for Cherry--along with a little French lesson) Kat came back with Chex & Cheerio. Dawn's first choice was Cherry, and her second choice was Cherry Pie, which was also the name offered up by Jas (another English food blogger)--and Lucky Cherry is definitely as sweet as cherry pie. She comes right up to me for hugs and kisses every day.
As I mentioned earlier, there are still several more "C" lambs to be named. Click here to read everyone's suggestions so far--and to offer up your own if you'd like to join in the fun. And Happy Friday The 13th to you. I'm hereby declaring it to be a very lucky day!
Oh, and if you're more into food than farm animals (yet still happen to be reading this), be sure to stop by Cherry's English Kitchen, where she celebrates home cooking and seasonal recipes in the most deliciously winsome way.
A year of Daily Photos ago: Autumn From A Different Angle
Saturday, September 30
Daily Farm Photo: 9/30/06
Seeing Double
(Tana & her 1-1/2 year old daughter BB are still joined at the hip.)
A year of Daily Photos ago: I Hope Everyone Is Getting Along
Also on this day last year:
The Announcement Of The (Now Infamous) Name That Sheep Contest! If you missed the hysterical excitement and could use a good giggle, click here to read the original contest announcement post, then click here to read "At Last We Have A Winner!" It was almost too much fun. Just thinking about the contest still makes me laugh out loud.
Thursday, September 28
Friday, September 22
Daily Farm Photo: 9/22/06
Morning Calm Before The Storm That's Rumbling Overhead
A year of Daily Photos ago: Happy First Day Of Fall
Tuesday, September 19
Daily Farm Photo: 9/19/06
Cary About To Kiss Our New Ram
Oops, I Was Wrong--She's Just Stealing His Food
A year of Daily Photos ago: Morning Moonset
Monday, September 11
Daily Farm Photo: 9/11/06
New Face On The Farm
Practicing His Show Sheep Stance For The Girls
Last week we drove over to a friend's farm and (in between taking pictures) picked out a new Suffolk ram lamb to breed with our flock this fall. This handsome young fellow was born in the spring, and we are all very excited about him, especially since his father is from one of the best Suffolk flocks in the country. He is currently residing in a luxurious, grassy pen where he receives two special snacks a day, all the fresh spring water he can drink, and plenty of attention. His accommodations include a private hut and 360-degree views of good looking wool. He is settling in well, but of course he'll be much happier once he gets to go to work.
A year of Daily Photos ago: Bird Envy
Wednesday, September 6
Daily Farm Photo: 9/6/06
Baby Cary Is Four Months Old Today!
Yes, The Privileged Animal Is Still Allowed In The House
A few things have changed, though. Now she knocks on the metal bottom of the storm door when she wants to come in. Well, I guess you can't really call BANG! BANG! BANG! a knock. Joe calls it something out of a bad horror movie (especially since you can see the thin metal moving as she whacks it with her hoof). I politely pointed out that banging on the door is better than hanging from the screen and clawing it up in the process (like The Doodle Monster does) or jumping right through it (which is what Cary did once). Note: click here if you don't know who Cary is. And click here and here if you'd like to read the two-month-old and three-month-old Cary updates.
Cary's daily schedule is different now that she is fast becoming (*sniff sniff*) a grownup sheep. For one thing, she goes in and out of the house much more frequently. Hopefully I'll have a chance to write more about this and the rest of our day to day life together in a (near) future Cary update. (I don't even have weight and height stats to report today.) I did want to let those of you who have been wondering if I've used up not only my lifetime supply of paper towels but some other peoples' as well by now, that Cary is indeed housebroken! (Click here and scroll down through the comments section to read my earlier report on this, um, delicate subject--which I only tackled because so many of you were understandably curious.)
In the meantime, there are some things around here that haven't changed a bit.
Even though she is now officially bigger than he is, The Nanny Bear still diligently watches over Cary--and they continue to spend a lot of time together.
Cary also continues to steal Donkey Doodle Dandy's treats on a regular basis, even though you'd think she would have learned her lesson back in June. Fortunately Dan adores her.
And although Cary has begun successfully melting into the flock for part of each day. . .
There's still no mistaking her in a crowd!
Thanks for all the kind words and comments you've already left on this post (and for your patience waiting for me to put up the rest of the photos). I'll answer your questions as soon as I can, but I think I hear Cary at the door.
Oh, and if anybody is thinking right now that having a lamb in the living room is just this side of totally insane, remember that Mr. Ed and Arnold The Pig both spent a lot of time in the house. And Arnold even got to watch TV!
A year of Daily Photos ago:
The Hay Is In, So Now It's Firewood Season
Yes, The Privileged Animal Is Still Allowed In The House
A few things have changed, though. Now she knocks on the metal bottom of the storm door when she wants to come in. Well, I guess you can't really call BANG! BANG! BANG! a knock. Joe calls it something out of a bad horror movie (especially since you can see the thin metal moving as she whacks it with her hoof). I politely pointed out that banging on the door is better than hanging from the screen and clawing it up in the process (like The Doodle Monster does) or jumping right through it (which is what Cary did once). Note: click here if you don't know who Cary is. And click here and here if you'd like to read the two-month-old and three-month-old Cary updates.
Cary's daily schedule is different now that she is fast becoming (*sniff sniff*) a grownup sheep. For one thing, she goes in and out of the house much more frequently. Hopefully I'll have a chance to write more about this and the rest of our day to day life together in a (near) future Cary update. (I don't even have weight and height stats to report today.) I did want to let those of you who have been wondering if I've used up not only my lifetime supply of paper towels but some other peoples' as well by now, that Cary is indeed housebroken! (Click here and scroll down through the comments section to read my earlier report on this, um, delicate subject--which I only tackled because so many of you were understandably curious.)
In the meantime, there are some things around here that haven't changed a bit.
Even though she is now officially bigger than he is, The Nanny Bear still diligently watches over Cary--and they continue to spend a lot of time together.
Cary also continues to steal Donkey Doodle Dandy's treats on a regular basis, even though you'd think she would have learned her lesson back in June. Fortunately Dan adores her.
And although Cary has begun successfully melting into the flock for part of each day. . .
There's still no mistaking her in a crowd!
Thanks for all the kind words and comments you've already left on this post (and for your patience waiting for me to put up the rest of the photos). I'll answer your questions as soon as I can, but I think I hear Cary at the door.
Oh, and if anybody is thinking right now that having a lamb in the living room is just this side of totally insane, remember that Mr. Ed and Arnold The Pig both spent a lot of time in the house. And Arnold even got to watch TV!
A year of Daily Photos ago:
The Hay Is In, So Now It's Firewood Season
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