If you have sheep you don’t need fitness sport. Yesterday I treated the sheep with Cestocur against taenia. I had to run a lot and play sheepdog, while the dogs were locked in the garagestable. Then I had to catch the sheep, hold em and ride on them. That looks funny and is a good exercise for the femoral muscles.
On the afternoon I brought fresh straw in the sleeping stable down at the road. I carried it in a green gardening ton. I walked around 5km careening between the sleeping- and the strawstable. I didn’t even finish the work but had to stop or fall down and sleep on the meadow.
We got some arum maculatum in the park and this year even at the edge of the pasture. That stuff is deadly poisonous. I call it Norman shitflower. Usually the sheep don’t eat it, but I fear they could eat it (*knocks three times on her head*).
The neighbours have cows again, sadly it’s not the special white Norman giant cow I prefer, but just a common cow. They have been sawed off, which looks stupid.
Berta and Shaun surveyed my “furnishing” and checked if I use proper straw. They stayed very long in the strawstable, played there and cuddled with me.
And then it was getting warm, especially for those that wore a lot of wool. So some were seeking a place in the shadow at the sleeping stable. The strange stripes on the sheep are markings which I made with “bleu” to keep trace of who has been treated with vermifuge.