Farm dog (nasty predator that he is) has been banished from Four Cedars ever since the flock of Targhees arrived. And while the ewes add a certain character to the backside of the vineyard, they still regard me suspiciously and from a safe distance. In other words, we haven't exactly bonded, which I suppose is a good thing since one of them might spend the winter in my freezer.
That's left me no one to talk to this week except for the chickens. Fortunately, my three hens and two roosters are attentive listeners. And unlike the sheep, they greet me enthusiastically every time I pass nearby. This leaves me in a quandry. With two of the five unable to provide for my breakfast, will I have the heart (or the stomach) to turn them into supper.
Time will tell. Maybe I could assign that task to farm dog, nasty predator that he is. He returns with hubby this Friday!
The LeSeuer County herd at Blue Earth County summer camp.
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