Yesterday, the little girl lambs came to visit Uzzi and me. They giggled and nudged one another and then Grace, the spokeslamb asked, “You goats look funny. Why don’t you have wool?”
Mom thinks we animals are acting weird. For instance, Ursula, the fat, black ewe, is in passionate love with me. Yes, really! She strolls past 10 grumbling rams to purr and bat her eyes at me. (That’s where the phrase “making sheep eyes” comes from.)
When I told Ishtar, our donkey, that I wrote about Feyza and livestock guardian dogs in my blog, she tossed her head and said, “Humph, donkeys guard, too!â€ť Uzzi and I looked at each other. Ishtar hangs out with the horses and sometimes even chases the sheep.
Last week, when I wrote about our livestock guardian dog, Feyza, David from Omaha left a nice comment about general purpose farm dogs. (Thank you, David.) We have one of those, too. His name is Steve.
You know how much we goats love yummy acorns, but did you know oak leaves are us goatsâ€™ favorite summer treat? That worried Mom for a long time because many toxic-plant lists say oak is poisonous.
A sad thing happened to one of Momâ€™s friends this week. Her sweet, orphan bottle lamb was attacked by her neighborâ€™s dogs and killed. Thatâ€™s a shepherdâ€™s worst nightmare. And dogs can kill other livestock, too.
Our sheep were supposed to get shorn today, but it rained last night so now they canâ€™t. Theyâ€™re relieved and upset at the same time. They donâ€™t like to be caught and rolled into all those weird positions, but they say itâ€™s nice to feel the cool breeze on their skins afterward.
Everything is muck and mire on our farm. According to our rain gauge, 13 inches of rain fell in just four days! Uzzi and I huddled in our Port-a-Hut while storm after storm roared by.