We are still fencing. The Fencer and I. Missing Berit. Gracie has the weekend off so she went shopping with The Matriarch so they could work some more on improving her English. (Grace’s objective is to improve her spoken English in preparation for studying in Wisconsin soon.)
So Boo, The Fencer and I spent all day working Across the Way. Ton chose to stay home as he does not like loud noises (and someone has to watch the cows). Boo on the other hand watches ME. So we three worked like two men for the day and got heaps done.
Sheila is very auntie-ish when I take her grazing. We walk out into the fields and (of course) I pull weeds out of the pasture as I go. She will often come over to where I am grazing/weeding and look sadly at me, her head down and her tiny eyes lifted to me flicking her ears up so she can catch my eye. Then she will take a mouthful of good clover or alfafa and munch right into my hands as I bend to pull weeds. No, No, miss c, she seems to gently admonish me. That is not tasty. That is not good. Eat this one, miss c, she will whimper. I can only describe the sound as a whimper. Kind of a gentle squeaky sound meant to encourage me to eat healthily. She tries so hard to graze but will not really settle until I stop pulling weeds. You cannnot eat that bad stuff she seems to say. And when I stop, she nods solemnly and settles to her breakfast.
I love Sheila.
I hope you have a lovely day. And I am not just saying that. I really hope you find some lovely in this day. It is there. Sometimes just a little. Sometimes a lot. That is about all I know about life for sure. There is always some Lovely.
Love your friend on the farmy.