Mr. Pibb is a fertile boy (see the proof here, here, and here) and in order to stop him before he gets Clover pregnant, yesterday afternoon–when the sky cleared and we saw the sun for the first time in forever–he was moved to the meadow bottom. It was really difficult for me to send him down there. I love my Mr. Pibber. He won’t be back “up top” near the house until we get the “duck ‘n’ buck” yard built. (The duck ‘n’ buck yard is the fenced field I want to make around the pond–with a duck/buck house. The ducks will be happy. The bucks will be happy. I will be happy! It’s on the spring to-do list.) I’ve delayed, too long, sending Mr. Pibb down to the boys because of my affection for him. He’s spoiled and such a pet. I mean, just look at that face!
He’s part of the team! One of the girls!
Except…. Not. And it was time. Past time. And so…..
Down he went.
He surveyed his new surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
Then he met his new friends.
They aren’t as friendly as his old friends.
Between Eclipse and Rhett, Eclipse is the alpha buck. Mr. Pibb will have to work out his position.
There was a lot of this.
And more of this.
And more of that.
You can see Eclipse and Mr. Pibb in action in this video–and also see Mr. Cotswold get involved from over the fence. He got a little excited and wanted to show those boys who the real man was. Don’t worry, as soon as the video stopped–because I was starting to FREAK OUT–the sheep were moved to the far field so Mr. Cotswold can’t be quite so up in the goats’ business.
This video would be complete if you could have eau-de-buck pheromone smell-o-vision to go with it.
By the way, I’m not sure how many of them are pregnant, but either Miss Jacob is about to pop or she has a tumor.
Which is it, Miss Jacob?
We only have this one lamb still with us from last season.
Don’t ask about the others. It was tragic. Annabelle doesn’t like to talk about it.
If you haven’t seen Annabelle’s “bouncing” video, you must. (See it in this post.)
I’m not sure if Annabelle or any of the other ewes are pregnant, but they may be. It’s hard to tell with sheep until the last minute. They’re woolly.
It was hard to leave Mr. Pibb behind and go back to the house. I promised him cookie delivery, but that’s not really what he was worried about.
Mr. Pibb: “Where are the girls?”
The duck ‘n’ buck yard is coming, Mr. Pibb, it’s coming! You’ll be back!