On Patrol

Karen asked where Blossom was (in the Christmas card).  Poor Baba.  I've learned that 20 animals is a pretty good maximum number for each year.  With 35 sheep, there are many who don't get included.  It's hard to decide who makes the card and who doesn't.  

I know better than to leave Miss Maisie off (the rotten tomatoes would start flying from you all ;-).  I know better than to leave Graham off (yes, we are all a little afraid of the wrath of Graham ;-).  I always include any new sheep, cats, dogs, horses and I can't imagine painting the card without Hank.

Yesterday was a nice busy day.  Stella and I hosted a neighborhood tea and enjoyed catching up with many of our friends we share a wave to as we pass each other on the road.  I barely noticed that the sun was shining for the first time in days ;-).  As soon as we had everything cleaned up and put away, I grabbed the camera and headed out.  

Most of the sheep had already moseyed back to the barn.  I knew Blossom would still be out and she was.  It's how she keeps her voluptuous figure!

The side view is a bit more slimming ;-).

My plan was to take some Blossom pictures (Did she make one of the "Where are they now" posts?), but my eye always travels to Hank.  This is the time of day that he starts making his rounds.

He follows the perimeter of each paddock, checking smells, leaving some of his own.

He's particularly interested in the road frontage of the side paddock.

Baby B (Baaxter) is back out grazing.  Well, he followed me out and then proceeded to jump on me every time I crouched down to take a picture.  I am his favorite play toy.  Or maybe that's Auntie Reg ;-).  It was cute at 20 pounds...  

Oddly, I've never had a lamb jump like he does.  When Kathy saw him bounce up onto the Wool House porch as a wee tot (from a stand still and probably three feet up), she immediately said "That's the Polypay in him!"  

And as we all go about our evening grazing and chatting about silly sheep and not paying any attention to anything else, Hank continues on his rounds.  He's all business as the sun sets...and that's why the rest of us can relax.  He's headed out back to patrol the ponds and back fields next.