The morning began with an increase of temperature by about 30 degrees from the previous days. The wind howled as a new front blew in and the horses had broken loose and were kicking it up near the boys’ pasture. Whirling alpacas hummed their excitement, disapproval, …concerns? The unconcerned buck rammed into his three-sided shelter for no good reason. Our startled ram behaved as the compass in the middle, directing me to the horses’ current position.
After finally corralling the crew and completing chores, everyone resumed winter grazing and routine for the day. I went out for a gallon of milk so as to be able to give Princess Peppermint, our new piggy, her midday slop.
Home again, warmed up the milk to bring out to Princess, and added to the noon-chore list: feed ducks (again) since Peppermint ate all of their food, free the ram from the electric mesh fencing while he tries to bust into the ewe’s pasture, collect eggs.
Yes, our fabulous Shetland ram, Thistle, had entangled himself in the electric barrier between pastures while pursuing the gentle giant Cotswold, Hester, on the other side. Her mom, Lavender, just watched while her daughter threw herself at him. The rest of the Shetland flock, and Laurel, the Merino, took advantage of the lack of competition for hay and ignored the flirting.
I was exasperated at the scenario of electric entanglement, ram horns, flirting sheep, unwed mothers… Picture me, smelly overalls and all, climbing around the woven wire, the electric mesh, crook in my right hand, boots getting stuck in the weave, repositioning frozen and broken posts, keeping a horny ram at bay.
They just wanted to kiss.
With the waning afternoon light, so waned the passion over the fenceline and by 3:00, Thistle, and Hester, were onto new hobbies. Thistle picked up hassling Indie, the alpaca, and Hester & Lavender settled into afternoon naps next to the pasture shed.
A little while ago I watched Thistle approach the fencing. Zap! The fencer apparently works again.
For today, the Cotswolds stay where the Cotswolds belong, the Shetland ram stays where the Shetland ram belongs.