That was yesterday, post doctor-visit. Ranger is the most forgiving old guy, he lets the babies jump back and forth over him, and when he finally gets tired of it, gives a growling bark (at the air) and warns them to leave him alone. They do.
However, not my point.
If you remember, Keith "fixed" the pophole by making it a little bigger the other day.
ONE hen figured it out.
Brava, Big Red Hen.
Couldn't. Figure. It.Out.
Stayed in for hours.
"Mooooommmmmm!!! Maaa Maaa!!!! You forgot to open the gate to the yard!!!!"
"Hey, we can't get through that little hole!!!" (Good!)
It is blowing VERY hard out this afternoon, and the animals are all hunkering down. The dogs went out for a few minutes, but decided they had better come back in.
The birds are almost ALL hanging out inside.
When I opened the gate to the pasture for the ducks to go out, they went out about 4 feet and hunkered down on the ground.
Well, this was not an excuse to put a picture of the big old maple in the sun last night... but to show you that there is a widow-maker dangling. You can barely see it in the middle, just hanging there.
I have a feeling the winds of this afternoon are going to put it on the ground.
And by the way, I relented and let the goats into the yard, but they are soon going back to their pen, where they can get in the barn and be safe from the winds.
In happy news, our little friend Tweedles is out of the hospital and home with her mommies, and we are still praying for her recovery... she had a very big surgery, and has a lot of healing to do.
Also, those of you who commented about Delilah possibly being in heat... it's funny, the wether here, Kelly, has not really paid any attention to her this week. But when the wind blew all the leaves off the patio, I found three spots where it appeared someone had urinated, and all of them were rusty looking. Now I'm really wondering if it was a goat or what????
I'm keeping an eye on the situation, believe me.