As I finished up with the evening chores this evening, a pack of coyotes started yipping off behind our farm. Hank charged to the back, hollered at them and then trotted back to the barn. I walked out to meet him and he and I stood out in the arena and discussed the events of the day and what we anticipated for the night. Blossom came over and stood with us. Hank washed her ears and I scratched her chin and Betsy rubbed up against the back of my legs. The four of us enjoy nightfall.
Blossom started softly butting my shins - play butts. I knew she was just taunting her friend Betsy, not trying to hurt me, so I didn't stop her and just watched them play. Hank, on the other hand, decided not to let things escalate and reached up and gently placed a paw on Blossom's head.
"Okay, that's enough."
And Blossom stopped.
:-)
Hank takes care of everything on his farm. I am just as important as a sheep...and I think that's pretty cool.
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