The Sheep Races

It's that time of year again...The time of year when we're trying to catch a lone sheep that simply will not be caught. Have you ever tried to catch a sheep on foot? It's rather comical. My husband bought a rope for this very purpose...have you ever tried to throw a rope moving as fast as a running sheep when you haven't thrown a rope for many years?

So picture this. Four people running after 17 sheep with the intent to catch one...and them successfully evading us...and our rope...and our pool nets. *Whistles* So we didn't have the tools for the job. Yes, I know. Laugh it up.

At any rate, eventually we caught the baby we needed (she needs to be bottle fed) and put her in the barn. We chased the mom for awhile before I said enough was enough and grabbed Rocky and rode him after the sheep bareback. Poor boy had no idea what was going on (only that he was being worked twice in one day) but tried his hardest to understand why he was chasing the sheep. Rocky was more successful than we were...clueless Rocky...better than the higher thinking humans. Ah well, we can't all be Rockys.

Now some pictures!

Mmmm...now that's a hubby! Get away, he's mine!


Another successful herding...by me, not the sheep!


Chasing them again to a corner.


This is an awesomely awesome picture. I love it. Look really hard.


Oh Hubby...

Excuse me, it's date night.

Off and running,
FFR