I’m sitting here savoring that first cup of coffee….that you start anticipating while you’re still in bed….when I catch movement out in the barnyard out of the corner of my eye. The 10′x40′ dog kennel which is now being used as the adult sheep feeding pen/rain shelter inside the barnyard is moving! I catch a glimpse of brown wool and count sheep heads. Studley. He DOES have a beautiful set of horns…..I envisioned that he had managed to somehow get them caught on the chainlink fencing. After all, he’s also the only sheep we’ve got that has gotten himself staked out to the ground with blackberry vines–catching himself on one vine, then going around and around in circles, hooking onto other vines until he’s totally strapped down. Not once, but twice. Seemingly not the sharpest example of sheep wisdom.
So, back to the kennel…by now Bob has gotten out there to figure out what’s going on and to stabilize the situation. The whole end of the kennel has been rammed in from the outside to a 45 degree angle by good old Studley; no hooked horns were involved. The reason? There were some stray bits of orchard grass in the manger on the inside of the kennel—the same kennel that was sporting the wide, open gate on the adjacent wall…..
But that’s not where HE was! He was on the outside of a chainlink wall and the food was on the inside; to his studly mind, the only way to it was through the wall.
This is our herdsire. Makes you question our logic, right?