Noses

So here's my current obsession (hopefully it gets along well with cilantro and Lady Gaga and the other objects of my obsession roaming around inside my little brain): noses. Animal noses, to be exact. Like pig noses, for example:

And also sheep noses. Here's Daddy:

Do I smell really good or what? Oh, I suppose it all has something to do with the heat, or my being the bearer of tastey treats. But maybe the rapid nose sniffing is how they show their love. Which is what I will continue to think until one of my blog followers proves otherwise. Oh wait, no one reads this stupid thing. Perfect! I can continue to live in my fantasy world. And upload poor-quality video of knucklehead ram lambs who like to butt and run and kick.

On Lambing

Sheep are famously dumb- known for their ability to get themselves in trouble. And, like, die and stuff. They do pretty stupid things, like get their heads stuck in electric fences, and have lambs on the coldest morning of the year, and forget which lamb belongs to them. And they make us do really stupid things, like heave hay bales when we're really out of shape, and use power tools in the rain. But sometimes, (accidentally, I'm sure), sheep get it right. They go into the barn when it's raining. And feed the right baby. And let us help them. And we humans end up figuring things out, too. Like how to milk a sheep. And how to hold a drill in the pouring rain.

And how to help when we thought we had nothing left.

Because, even when we're "sosososososososososososo tired, Mom!", and despite their inconvenient choice of birthdays, these animals are, after all, here because of us. Oh, and so that Dogwin has someone to bark at.

And unlike Chick Day,the actual birth of a real live animal on our farm could never fail to inspire enthusiasm. And humble us. Because, though we've had our share of misfortune in our limited farming experience, on the whole, we are damn lucky.