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Tag: samson
Still… the Adverb
Still…
(adverb) as previously, as yet, as in the past…
Despite a couple days of warmer temperatures, some of the feeders and the fence line still look like this
and this… Samson can still walk over the perimeter fence, so he is still in the barn
where he now thinks that his primary job is to guard the rabbits and the hay bales. This and the fact that we now need to take him on walks, has made feeding time even more of an adventure.
Poor Saul’s breeding group is still at the bottom of the hill. We are still pulling hay and water to them on a tarp, BUT we no longer have to wear snowshoes! Woooo Hoooo!
Weekend Wrap-Up, Day 2
Sunday dawned cold and frosty! The wind chill only reached -3 so the temperatures had everybody scrambling for their own little spot in the sun.
Everyone but Samson… he spent most of his time guarding his dog food because of the day long game/battle he had going on with a murder of crows.
Sheep Camouflage Sam
During this milder weather, Samson is enjoying snuggling in with Liam’s breeding group… ignoring the shelters… even forgoing his beloved dog house which is finally out of the snow cover.
Liam (he looks so majestic), Blackberry and Samson
The Month of Thanksgiving – Day Three
We are thankful for Samson’s…
naturally protective personality
joy in running through the pastures
ability to make us smile
dedication to his job
big body and loud, intimidating WOOOOOF
We are thankful for Samson… daily.
Embracing… Clinging… Two
Embracing fall… as we watch the animals enjoy the cooler weather, and we give in… ‘conceding to the reds, yellows and oranges’ (quoting Shepherdess #1)
Yet… we are still clinging to the hope that there will be more late-summer-like sunsets to enjoy on the farm, after our evening chores.
Samson’s Breakfast
Samson is a great guard dog and is usually up most of the night – on guard, on patrol – barking and warding off any nocturnal intruders. So every morning there is great excitement when his breakfast is put out in the field. (He is a big dog and therefore deserves his big dog bowl… uhh.. bucket.)
For as rowdy as crows normally are, they are unusually cooperative and polite during their morning raid. One or more of the crows always stands lookout; taking advantage of Samson’s well-earned morning nap.