The Weekly Bleat
With cooler mornings, we often find our sheep waiting for us by the paddock gate. Apparently, they possess some kind of built-in sensor that indicates if the thermometer dips below 40 degrees F., because they seem to have an uncanny way of knowing it’s grain treat weather. We can usually look out of the kitchen window as day breaks and see these little woollies staring toward the house; and, as soon as we step onto the front porch, the baahs and bleating begin. There is NO peace on Green Hill Farm until grain is served!
Oh, Hamish! 🙂
Categories: Reflections on Farm Life
fourth generation farmgirl 
Sweet bleats = Sweet post
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Thank you, JR. 🙂
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Haha! Oh that Hamish! I don’t care for a late brekkie, either. Sometimes when we’re guests at a home or restaurant, I get a lil hangry 😉
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I completely understand! I do, too. 🙂
I should rename him Hamish the Hangry! His baah does not sound nice when he’s hungry for grain. 😉
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Hehe!
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I’m glad all that work keep you out of trouble
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Me, too!!! 😉
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They are really cute!
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Thanks so much!
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I imagine they are a demanding crew!
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You have no idea! 😉
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Hamish and his crew have it right…when it’s time to eat, it’s time to eat. No argument there…:)
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Yes–they’re a very simple and straightforward bunch. 🙂
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So cute Tonya!
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Thank you, Ritu! 😊
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No animal is really dumb when it comes to food! Love your sheep ❤
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So true! Thank you. 🙂
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Loved these pics!
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Thanks, Laura. 🙂
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