Here's what's been greeting me lately when I go out to the barn early in the morning...a frosty Skittles (note the shade of the post)guarding his "toy" and waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Poor Skit. All he does is wait for his opportunity to finally meet the girls who are batting their eyes at him.
I must say he is one of the nicest rams I have ever seen. While I'm sure he'd love nothing more than to have his fence disappear and make a mad dash to the pasture with the ladies, he minds his manners.
I haven't been posting lately as not only am I trying to put the kitchen back together again (Where DID I get all this stuff? and What am I going to do with it all!) and have been cleaning out the barn in anticipation of Skit's rooming with Lacey and Amanda, but I have had the latest "bug" going around Flagstaff. I know right where I got it too...the grocery store. Have you noticed that everyone and anyone who is harboring germs goes to the market to share them? I try to dodge around all the coughing and hacking I hear, knowing full well that by the time I've passed the "Typhoid Mary", the germs have passed me with lightening speed and have already reached the farthest corners of the store. It's like shooting fish in a barrel.
And here I thought I was fine because it's harder to hit a moving target. ;-)