The sheep have been fattening themselves upon the summer grass with great glee, as everyone can clearly spot. The wool is gradually shedding, so that by now some of our sheep are practically nude. A fair amount though by no means all of the shed wool has been collected; at some point, likely when we go to deworm them, we'll see about rooing the ones who haven't shed.



One of the garden trees died completely and we've planted a replacement; however, dead though it might be, it looks very picturesque among the daisies and tall clovers and with bits of grass and moss about.









And surprise! We have a brand new ewe lamb as of this morning, born to one of last year's ewe hoggets, fawn in colour. A first lamb for her, obviously - and coal-black all over. We're fairly sure from when Hercules came back from Oregon (June 22nd) combine with today's birthdate that she's one of his. There's an outside chance it could be Hercules' oldest (and largest) son, ram lamb #1, but considering we saw him sniffing for fertile ewes when he returned and his determination for dominance...

The grass has indeed gotten high. Can anyone count the sheep?








Maybe this makes it easier.








Or this...








Or how about this?








Nibs is confident that we have enough sheep. He's also confident that that length of baling twine isn't going anywhere without him having something to say about it. Don't you agree?






The barn cats continue to receive their refresher training in more polite people manners. The training comes with some perks, such as hotel accommodations. Shh, they're going over their notes!