I never know what I am going to find when I go up to feed the animals. This morning, I stopped to say hello to Chloe, our barnyard cat, then checked our garden to see what was left. I had a few tomatoes, plenty of swiss chard, and some herbs. The chickens were fine, although, their run was pretty muddy. Rosie, as always, ran around checking on everyone.
My next stop was to feed the sheep inside of the barn. When I went to feed Two Percent in the outside pen, I had quite a surprise. You might remember, Two Percent is one of our favorite ewes who had lambs this spring. Well, somehow, overnight she managed to get her head and neck caught in the hay feeder. Of course I panicked and called my wife, the sheep expert, who was busy making breakfast. She ran up the hill only to confirm my prognosis: Two Percent was stuck!
The only way we could get her out was to cut the hay rack. While Rosie guarded my rear from the ram, I
cut the rack, and Two Percent walked away like nothing had ever happened. Drama in the barnyard was resolved.