Good Sheep Dogs

Remember Kate sitting with her yard sheep the other evening? Hank sits with his sheep, too :-). 

Maisie and Graham

They eat a bit more than the concrete sheep ;-).

It's still too hot for B. Willard and Keebler to head out.  They wait for longer shadows, as do the horses.

Resting up.

And here come a couple of Adventure Chickens.  They too rest in the late afternoon and make one last foray down to the creek just before bed.  Note Graham and Maisie are still eating.

One thing about sheep bells is you always know where your sheep, or at least your belled sheep, are.  I worked late in the Wool House the other night.  It was nearly 11:00 when I stepped out the door.  Pitch black.  The barn was quiet.  The sheep asleep.  In the barn.  Except for a ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling-a out front.  

This is not the first time I've caught Graham grazing late into the night.  I'm used to it now.  I'm not super jazzed about it, but I know Hank's on duty and other than locking Graham behind bars (not necessarily a bad idea now that I think about it ;-), I know there's no way to stop him.

Out of curiosity I turned on my flashlight to see who else might be out there.  Normally he's out by himself (Graham...), but I had a feeling that since it's been so hot, he might not be alone.  He wasn't. Renny was out there!  She seemed a bit embarrassed to be "caught".  A few of the boys were out, too. 

And Hank.  Always sitting out with his sheeps.  I walked on to the house and went to bed.