This is what they did to that mowed paddock. They mowed it a bit more. Uniformly cut to perfection.
Tonight, the herd is back to work cleaning up paddocks. This paddock isn’t stockpile, but as you can see, it’s not perfect. They aren’t picky.
Here’s the photo from yesterday for comparison. Both taken within five minutes after the move.
In other news, this bad boy can climb hay bales. Lucy took this photo while out on a walk. He’s very pleased with himself.
Fig season here. Everyone loves figs. Except me. But it’s not about me.
Lumi spends a couple of hours a day hunting ripe figs. Tricky things those figs. Hard to catch.
He really shouldn’t be eating too many figs. It keeps him too regular. Over regular.
But he loves him some figs. What’s a brutha gonna do? He’s a Golden.
That’s not snow. That is cushion fluff.
But when cushion fluff gets old, chew on other puppy.
I should start a list of what a Golden Retriever will eat ( … er retrieve ). Some items are shocking.
Puppy brain trapped in a dog body.
Stick a tennis ball inside an old tire. ” Damn, if I only had an opposable thumb! ” they’ll say. But, they’ll keep on trying. Gives you time to clean up the lawn they destroyed with bits of towel, shoe, wood and jacket.
Too many posts on cows, kids and meat. This is how Lumi expresses himself when he is slightly neglected.
and then a re-bath after he finished rolling in dirt.