2/28/2010

And what's not to love.....

At least that's what Randy Andy thinks... I moved him out from the girls and he is MOST unhappy...stomping around, bawling and braying, and ramming his head into everything... But when I get close to the fence he runs to get his chin nuzzled and his ears scratched and he just melts when I coo that he's my big, wonderful, handsome stud muffin...



But I have no illusions about this lovey routine because I know he's a terrible bully and I NEVER turn my back on him and I always carry a crook when I have to enter his pasture... He's big, strong, and dangerous even when he doesn't mean to be. He can push me over just by leaning into me for a backrub.The last two days he's always trying to climb the gate or ram his way through it... As soon as I do a little fence repair I will move him even farther away from the girls.

Funny thing though, the girls aren't missing him a bit. ..much to his chagrin.


2 comments:

Bobbi Pohl said...

He is a handsome fellow. I grew up on a farm and miss livestock.
I hear by the grapevine (Susan Elliott) that you are looking for a roommate for the crazy quilt retreat in Connecticut. I'm available. Would you like to contact me to discuss it? rj.pohl@verizon.net

Terri said...

Dad and I had a ram show up when we were cutting wood when i was a kid. We sat in the bed of the truck and had an early lunch while we watched him have his way with the chain saw. My friend nearby raises goats. The billys will get you too. I dont like cows, except for Scottish Highlands. They are mellow. Ewes are mellow too, well the ones we had. Trade a scritch for a stinky belch any day! :)

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