Now that the weather is less cold, Lady has moved out to the flock where she will be most content. She's a fussy creature all around and a particularly fussy eater. Any change upsets her so the sooner we get her back into her regular order of the world, the better. Even having Allen feed her instead of myself threw her off. Her coat trouble is not solved but she is looking better, although is still too thin for my liking.
Meanwhile in Montana (gosh I like how that sounds), I had a couple of relatively simple days doing chores, hanging around Burradoo taking photos, and missing Allen sorely.
Today I was invited to join in on some work at the neighbors place sorting a few cow/calf pairs on horseback and moving them up to new pasture. Clyde picked me up at the yard, with Pruney, the horse, all saddled and ready to go. What a fantastic time helping out and being on a horse, sore sit bones and all!
|The Burradoo Flock|
|Pervus, the ancient mule|
|Playing in the creek that runs through the property|
|Sitting up on the rocks|