I was going to start this post with a let's walk up to the barn and see what's there...and realized it was quickly going to get really confusing. So, let's back up, what, 36 hours, no 48 hours ago and start there.
Friday night 20 loaded up the truck and prepared to head out well before dawn Saturday morning. He's ambitious like that and isn't "afraid of fog" ;-).
Obligatory fog shot for Auntie Reg...who is actually more afraid of having to get up too early ;-D.
And yes, those are mountains. 20 took us all the way to West Virginia, to Painted Rock Farm. For long time followers, that name should sound familiar. That's the farm Heidi, Henri and Ford came from, turns out many more years ago than I'd like to remember.
For anyone who's seen Ford out in Del Boca Vista and wondered why he was so old and feeble looking...turns out he's 15 years old! How the heck did that happen? And Annabelly? She's 14. So is Allie and Billy Belly and Baby Belly. Heidi and Henri are 13. And of course Jester, clocking in at 17.
I could go off on a tangent about how old Saint Tim and I are and how many more years we can reasonably expect to be able to maintain a farm and flock, but it's getting late and I'm going to cut that portion short so I can finish this post, go make a final barn check and go to bed.
Suffice to say that if we were going to add any new Jacob sheep, this would be a good time to do it. Getting an odd mid-January "break" in the weather enabled a safe run out there and Mike and Cheryl had exactly what we were looking for.
20 made sure everyone was securely tucked in and reassured that everything was going to be okay and we headed home. Five or so long hours later we pulled in our driveway to find the lights on out front, the gate open and some friendly faces waiting for us.
And now we've come to the point in this story where
things get a little weird getting new sheep is completely overshadowed by other awesomeness.
Yes, that is a giant metal chicken. A 7' tall metal chicken to be exact. He was waiting in the dark behind the closed barn doors for me :-D. I was startled, but not scared. I was more excited that it was finally my turn to get surprised (he's been making the rounds of the neighborhood since Thanksgiving) and his sign completely made my day :-).
Everyone quickly settled in for the night, the next morning came too quickly and before I knew it I was walking up to the barn in the fog and we are back to where we started with the first picture. Except now you won't be thinking "What the heck? Is that a giant metal chicken???"
He stood guard all night :-).
Yes, those are Christmas lights and yes, he's exceptionally awesome when he's plugged in and all the lights come on...which they don't do so well anymore, but I'm guessing we
can should get some new ones on winter clearance.
His sign :-).
Welcome, new sheeps!
"When do we get to meet them?"
You won't get to meet them for a little while, Petunia, but I'll better introduce them all to everyone else tomorrow.