Tag: winter

Murder of Crows

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The murder of crows gathers in small groups… watching… waiting… for what must seem to them to be the perfect moment.

One by one, they fly in… deliver a short hypnotic speech, then proceed to pick at the ice that has formed on the sheep’s backs. Once loosened the ice is plucked from the sheep and carried off to the tree tops.
This has become a somewhat bizarre morning ritual, and has prompted the questions…
Are they thirsty? Hungry? Or could this peculiar behavior be caused by their fondness of dog food?

Sheep Feeding Olympics

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Feeding the sheep has become a 3 to 4 hour series of Olympic events…

Weight Lifting

Snow-Shoeing (beyond the blower-paths, it is nearly impossible to get anywhere without snowshoes)

The Human-Tractor Pull (would really like to magically transform this event into bob-sledding… no luck so far)

A Gold Medal goes to Terry for his Olympic-proportion snow-blowing, keeping these narrow roads, old logging roads and paths open, enabling us to reach all the sheep.

And, a very special Gold Medal goes to our Lantz Ridge neighbors, Junior and Alma, for the best production of icicles!

A special Olympic shout-out to those orange-clad Dutch Speed Skating Fans! We are crazy about them… from their orange pig-tail wigs to their great spontaneous celebrations!
(Honestly… it’s really all about the orange pig-tail wigs.)

Stranded

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Saul’s group stranded at the bottom of the hill, luckily at the end of an old logging road


10-month old lambs stranded at the bottom of the graveyard field


Samson stranded at the middle shelter (note the perimeter fencing in the foreground)


Liam’s group stranded in a small circle at the top of the hill


Remaining sheep stranded in a small area, but luckily at the barn… the two goats are also stranded in this area… this is pleasant for no one
(to be continued…)

Sunday Muse

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Oh the West Virginia Hills!
How majestic and how grand,
With their summits bathed in glory,
Like our Prince Immanuel’s Land!
Is it any wonder then,
That my heart with rapture thrills,
As I stand once more with loved ones
On those West Virginia hills?
Oh, the hills, beautiful hills,
How I love those West Virginia hills!
If o’er sea or land I roam,
Still I’ll think of happy home,
And my friends among the West Virginia hills.
“The West Virginia Hills”
words by Mrs. Ellen King
music by H. E. Engle