Last Friday while I was working at the fair, our BFL ram, Ward Harwell, managed to get in with the ewes. Fortunately Stan noticed and got him back in the ram pen with a bucket of corn. Then when I looked out at the sheep on Saturday morning, there he was again in with the ewes.
While I was out there with the sheep, I distinctly heard a goose next door. The neighbor boys have gotten into poultry this summer and I wondered if they had gotten themselves some geese too. So I stepped over our newly fixed fence...
(freed from the huge oak that was pressing down it just days before) and took a quick look at the boys' bird pens. No geese in there, just chickens. But when I looked up I saw this:
I picked up the last of my inventory at the state fair today. Not much to bring home thankfully. Next year I will be better prepared. Working in the booth was a real education -- so many people! Friday morning's cold temps were a real boon to sales of hats, mittens and socks. :-)