Winter is coming

And even the sheep catch a cold.

Poor Brad had a cold and stayed 5 days in the barn. The vet visited us, a very nice young woman. She gave Brad 3 injections and he took it like a ram. Then I gave him every day an antibiotics injection. Brad felt better after one night and it was so boring in the stable. We played who eats the chess tokens first. Brad always won.

Poor Brad has caught a cold

After his release from the barn, he followed me everywhere. Even in the house. And other sheep followed him. Kleines for example likes to come in the house anyway.

We follow you everywhere

On the picture Kleines and Brad come OUT of my sleeping room. Needless to say, that my sleeping room doesn’t belong to me alone. The dogs and at least one cat sleep there too. That’s why Bach is a bit worried. “Will those sheep sleep here as well?” Don’t worry Bach.

I gave them some sweet chestnuts to bribe them.

Sweet chestnut

Sweet chestnuts are the best. (sheep proverb)

I’m the author of the photographs, they are available under a Creative Commons licence on Flickr.

Young sheep and old sheep

This is an article in (more or less) English. Die deutsche Version gibt es: hier.

Where's the food?

Brad sniffs at my hand. It smells faintly of food. But there’s nothing left. How dare I have no food with me. I should at least scratch him behind his ears. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Brad is castrated. It was necessary. Rams that are raised by the bottle are not scared of humans and become dangerous when they grow up (with balls). If castrated there’s nothing they got to fight for. That means I got no ram. And I need a ram if I want to get lambs.

The evening sun in Brad’s eye. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

I told this to an old farmer and he said he could get me a ram. Then he even said he found a ram for me. I could get it in September. In September I asked what about that ram. The farmer said, it’s too early. It’s only for rent and I will only get it, if I have sex with him. I said “no”. He can have sex with the ram instead. I got to get a ram somewhere else. I went up the hill to my “new” neighbours. A homosexual couple. How wonderful, that they would never get strange ideas about me.

They got a very small six months old ram. I asked them if they lend me their ram. Yes, after he has done his duty with the two ewes. And at Christmas he’ll be the dinner. So in November I’ll hopefully be able to introduce the little boy to my girls. It’s not a black-headed one. Which is good, because I prefer them to be of lighter colour. My sheep aren’t pure bred anyways, except if “wild mixture” is a pure breed.

The lawnmowers advance. The dark one is Kleines. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Daffne looks to the right. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Why's that human over there not in the queue?

The sheep walk in a queue back to the sleeping stable. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Stirnlöckchen on the other hand has still decided to live forever. She feels quite good atm and gets up on her own. Doesn’t even need a lift. She’s just old. An English worker, who has done some repairs in the castle would love to kill her. I don’t let him. And I won’t ever let him. I think it’s enough to say, he has already proven, that he is not capable of killing sheep properly. If necessary I’ll call the vet for euthanasia. It costs only 30€ and the animals feel no pain. It’s a much better death than the one proposed by the worker. Can’t explain that to him though. I know his way is cheaper. But it’s not cheaper for my soul.

“Hey human, don’t you think the evening sun is wonderful today? And while we’re talking so nicely.. how about some food?” Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Round bales of straw look like Easter Island statues to me

Die deutsche Version dieses Artikels ist: hier.

Maybe I’m a bit strange. So many things look beautiful or exotic to me. I take far too many photographs. Round bales of straw, that lie around on the fields in August, look like Easter Island statues to me. I know they don’t have faces. That’s not what makes them so statuesque in my opinion. They were made by humans, they are quite big and they change the view of the landscape.

I took so many photographs in August, over 200, that it took ages to sort them. I got a lot of work atm. My situation didn’t really advance. But it’s pointless to complain. I’d rather show you a gallery of straw roll statues (with dogs).

Walking with the sheep

Deutsche Version: In einer Reihe dem Ende des Sommers entgegen.
We decided to end the “summer” and reenter the pasturage. To walk in the park in the morning and to walk on the pasturage in the evening. To sleep in the stable.

Bach says that’s really exciting.

I have seen galleries like this on Misaki’s Blog and wanted galleries as well.

Miniputz and Schlafmütz the dangerous predators

Deutsche Version: hier.
Not long ago an acquaintance on Internet Relay Chat (Wikipedia-IRC is where I spend most of my lunch breaks) commented a harmless cat-photo with: “Cats are predators.” That’s right, they are predators, but they are usually not very dangerous to big animals like us. I’ve seen a cat carrying a huge dead water rat when I was a child. It was my cat Putzi and I was very proud of her. Though I was also a bit worried, the yellow teeth of that rat were quite long. Putzi became kind of hungry after her sterilisation, once she even ate a whole chicken. My mother wasn’t too happy about that event. The chicken had been a frozen one and was standing on the kitchen cabinet to melt. Miniputz once caught a small rabbit.

I’m kind of happy, that I’m bigger than a rat and bigger than a rabbit plus, I’m definitely on the good side of my cats.

Caught by Miniputz. She didn’t hurt me at all. I’m a lucky animal I guess. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz is kneading the air. She’s a happy predator. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schlafmütz has never shown any signs of ambitions concerning hunting small critters. She’s hunting the best place on the sofa or the best place in the flower pot.

She’s often sleeping in my bed. Purring beside me. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Rolling in the sweet smelling grass makes her even more happy. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported