Little Rascals

I love my new little lambies. I like the challenge of trying to win their trust. I enjoy learning who they are. Each sheep is a distinct creature.

Not surprisingly, this afternoon I looked up from the book I was reading to see three little lambs wandering around the yard. These bitty monsters have mastered escape from electronet. I should say they are opportunists. When the electronet fails, they are right there to climb over it or under it. I have a new solar charger on their pen and I am not sure it was designed for netting. Today the strong winds blew a tarp across their fence and shorted things out. Since it was time to move them to new ground anyway, I caught them in a triangle of cattle panels and moved the fence to the north side of the house. These wee beasties are the closest thing I will get to weed trimming this summer, so I appreciate their help.

Parker looks innocently mild. I know for a fact that he is the instigator of the recent parades around the yard.

Arvada is a good boy. He has a very even temperament and leaves the imaginative naughtiness to Parker. He is not adverse, however, to greener pastures once Parker has forced a portal through the fence.

And then there is precious Silvy. She is so delicate and beautiful that I can hardly stop looking at her. She leads the lamb races every night, but I'm sure she never tramples fences. She just too sweet for that. And I'm sure I'm wrapped around her little hoof.