

Here is one of Jewel's twin ram lambs. I distinctly remember Aimee saying I could pick names for them in her absence. It is St. Patrick's Day tomorrow, and I just got a card from my buddy Pat, an "Irishman of note."
So in Pat's honour we will call these guys Patrick and Paddy. I know that's redundant, but I'm thinking ahead, see: Twin lambs, nursing the same ewe, the same age?
We'll never tell them apart! It's best for all concerned if they have interchangeable names.
Off course, none of these executive decisions I'm so boldly making might survive the wifey's return. But we'll see.
In other news, I decided it was Mary's turn for a nice long walk in the snow. Mary is a Redbone Coonhound (say that with a nice fakey southern accent for the full effect -- lots of extra vowels and syllables!) and likes to run free in the woods, which is not good, and she is a fidget in vehicles, trying always to stand on the dash and flap her long ears out of the window and drool on the car behind.
As a consequence, she is not often allowed to go for walks that require the preliminary of a ride in the pick-em-up truck, so she never gets to go to Mount Harris, unless Aimee comes along. But she is allowed in the woods behind the house, where she generally runs right for home as soon as she figures out that we've reached the turn-around point in the walk.
Here she is risking her neck on the ice. And a nice shot of an old snag overhanging the beaver pond.


Hi Mick,
ReplyDeleteGreat site, I enjoyed the read and found it very interesting; you may also be surprised to know that back in the day, I also had a Redbone. Best of luck with your endeavor, some of my best memories are lodged in my youth and the farming days. Certainly, a lot of work, but life was much less complex, and the promise of renewal was always exciting after a long winter.
Thank you for the name assignments, I am honored, even though well aware of the future. Sorry to hear that you have had to endure the frustrations and ranting of others. I understand the need of some inadequate personalities to vent in a quasi-public setting that allows anonymity. In most cases, they express views and make statements they would never make in person. I think the Romans stated it best, “Cum grano salis.”
Keep well,
Dr. G. Patrick Stevens