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Saturday, June 13, 2009

Fuzzy Friends

Other than Rebecca Boone trying to sit on Graham Lamb last month (he deserved it) when I thought she might be a good babysitter for a couple rambunctious young boys (she loves to run, jump and play), all our sheep get along. I have a friend who raises goats and she just can't get over that. Apparently goats, not so much.



From back to front - Heidi, Popcorn PeePee Pants, Elizabeth and her daughter Allie.



Behind Beanie Baby is Emily and her youngest daughter, Caspar Belly (aka Spooky Tooth).



Another shot of Allie and Elizabeth. Allie is five or six years old and still hangs with her momma. Jacob families are tight. If you look back to the first picture, you'll notice poor Heidi is a bit off by herself. Always :-(. That might be the saddest part of losing Sunshine. She still looks for her.



This is Clover Belly, Boudreaux the Biter and Peabody. Peabody frequently hangs with Boudreaux... until people come around and then he hides behind Boudreaux. Other than Buddy, Boudreaux is the only other sheep out there big enough to camoflage Peabody's rather, um, robust figure.



And here are my favorite friends to visit. Elizabeth and Crazy Esther. The old ladies. The matriarchs of the flock. They both came from the same farm in Indiana and I don't know if they are related or just good friends. I regularly find them off by themselves discussing something and if things are quite the way they think they should be, Elizabeth gives me "the eye" or a hollar and she knows how to make sure I hear her even in the house.

Hope your weekend is filled with friends. I'm hangin' with my best bud Saint Tim. I love the weekends...and not just because he helps me catch up the mowing.

5 comments:

eveningson said...

http://www.swisscarpentry.com/images/profession/clip_image002.jpg

shows the carpenter putting up the tree......

eveningson said...

The way I understand it is that the tree is placed to signal the beginning of the completion party!!!!

It is also put up for luck and an appeasement to the Forest Gods for killing the trees to make the building. Romans would often perform a human sacrifice and in china, chicken blood was smeared as a substitute for human sacrifice.

The tree put up in this way is the origin of the Christmas tree!!!

I think it would be really cool if you restarted the process there since the event is also christian if you are worried about that...

Mainly the tree helps give the future inhabitants good luck and as I said, a way of thanking the forest for the use of the wood.

eveningson said...

Finally... whew... I like the story about the North American Indian take on the need for the tree.....

Since North American Indians believe that no man made structure should be taller than a tree, a tree is placed on the roof of a completed structure....

Nancy K. said...

What a lovely post!
Your names are Bizzar!!! Although, I suspect, accurate. ;-)

Those are some Well Loved Sheep...

I wish you and St Tim a wonderful weekend!

thecrazysheeplady said...

I like the tree!