It’s rainy, muddy, slushy, icky. You better get your chore boots on and get to work.
Well, now, hold on. You know you’re not getting off the porch that easily. She’s spotted you from Dog Blankie Central. Annabelle is leaping right over Coco. She can’t wait to see you! (Don’t feel bad about the blurry picture. It’s hard to take pictures of animals in motion. I feel your pain.)
And seriously, hold on, or she’ll suck that bottle right out of your hand.
She’s got it down in two seconds flat. She’s a vigorous sucker. Which is a good thing because the rest of the gang is waiting for you.
This one’s extra hungry. She’s waiting right inside the feed box.
She doesn’t want to miss a thing.
That’s better. Only they don’t share well, so you’d better lay some hay down along the fenceline. You don’t have enough hayracks and feed boxes, so you make a makeshift hayrack every day along the fence. You are ingenious!
Or something…. Anyway, stop admiring yourself already. Mr. Cotswold is going to break out of his pen if you don’t rush over there with some hay.
It’s bad enough that he can only look at the girls from his pen…. Bad enough that the little goat wether sometimes dances on two feet outside his pen to make fun of him…. Do you have to feed him last, too?
Remind him that he’s not really last. The goats are still waiting for you over there.
Over there through all that mud and muck.
I’m glad it’s you and not me who has to do all this.
But, everybody’s up! Your job is done for now.
Now everybody’s up, including Mean Rooster. I think you should go in there and collect eggs. (What? You don’t want to do that? Why not?)
This segment of the population doesn’t even get up.
Don’t be thinking about leaving Giant Puppy behind now that you’re done with your morning rounds. She wants back in with her little lamb.
I hope Coco doesn’t jump all over you. She’s pretty messy.
Of course, Annabelle is hungry again. You’re weaning her, so she only gets a bottle in the morning and at bedtime. You’d better have a bucket of sheep grain handy.
She likes to stick her whole head in there. And you like to hold it for her while she eats so that it’s almost like feeding her a bottle. She’s used to being hand-fed.
Good thing you brought her a box of hay, though you spoil that lamb way too much, letting her spend the day on the porch just because it’s raining and because the other sheep called her a dog and made her cry.
You really need to get hold of yourself and get control of your animals.
I hope you don’t mind cleaning this up.
In spite of the mess, you’re gonna miss her when she’s not on the porch anymore.
You’re gonna end up with a 150-pound sheep sleeping on a blankie outside your front door, aren’t you?
I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you.