Feeding this morning. Finding Five to take some pictures. Not hard to do ;-).
Handy does not engage in Sheep Bowling, so is not considered Enemy #1.
The sheep LOVE to go out in the front field, so even though it's probably not the smartest thing to run sheep, horses and a guardian dog who doesn't want the two to mix (mostly if it's Hickory ;-) together, I cave on a regular basis.
Who's this Fatty McButter Pants?
The chickens mingle with everyone and Hank guards them along with his sheep. This looks like a sheep/chicken intersection. The sheep must have the red light.
Okay, so not always a peaceful kingdom. And Graham is usually the center of most un-peace. Here he's trying to steal Hank's breakfast. Again.
How he developed a taste for dog food I don't know. He'll hide in the shadows at night, waiting for me to sneak Hank's food to him. Just as I set his bowl down he steps out and I swear he says, in a creepy voice, "Good eeeve-ning."
Or, even worse, we think he's learned to throw his voice so that as soon as Hank starts eating, he "hears" coyotes off in the distance. Hank leaves his food to go protect his sheep (that would be including Graham) and Graham runs over and starts gobbling. If I were Hank I think I'd drag GL out back and do some voice throwing of my own!
Just kidding, Grammy. Sort of ;-).
Handy does not engage in Sheep Bowling, so is not considered Enemy #1.
The sheep LOVE to go out in the front field, so even though it's probably not the smartest thing to run sheep, horses and a guardian dog who doesn't want the two to mix (mostly if it's Hickory ;-) together, I cave on a regular basis.
Who's this Fatty McButter Pants?
The chickens mingle with everyone and Hank guards them along with his sheep. This looks like a sheep/chicken intersection. The sheep must have the red light.
Okay, so not always a peaceful kingdom. And Graham is usually the center of most un-peace. Here he's trying to steal Hank's breakfast. Again.
How he developed a taste for dog food I don't know. He'll hide in the shadows at night, waiting for me to sneak Hank's food to him. Just as I set his bowl down he steps out and I swear he says, in a creepy voice, "Good eeeve-ning."
Or, even worse, we think he's learned to throw his voice so that as soon as Hank starts eating, he "hears" coyotes off in the distance. Hank leaves his food to go protect his sheep (that would be including Graham) and Graham runs over and starts gobbling. If I were Hank I think I'd drag GL out back and do some voice throwing of my own!
Just kidding, Grammy. Sort of ;-).
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