September 13, 2007 – Cold, dry. Took the sheep out with Rose to the top of the hill. Strange animals, perhaps coyotes, perhaps bobcats, spooked the sheep, who panicked and ran to the woods. Rose had her hands full rounding them up, and getting them back into the pasture, under the watchful eye of the donkeys, Lulu, Fanny, Jeannette and Jesus, who guard the sheep. Strange cries and sounds for hours, causing the goats to hide, and the sheep to cluster in the pole barn and the dog’s hackles to rise. Took the rifle and walked around, and shined bright lights around, but saw nothing. The sounds were eerie, though. Below, the sheep grazing just before they ran, and below, Rose chasing the very anxious flock back into the pasture.

Rose getting everybody in safely, and in a hurry