Life is never the same two days in a row on any farm, and I’m not even a farmer. We came out this morning to find that the sheep – we think it’s the sheep – have been eating the gates on the pole barn. Red kept them out of the barn while we looked things over, we are hoping to repair this ourself, perhaps our friend Ed Gulley has some boards around his farm. We can also go to the hardware store and order some new ones.

It’s not too complicated to screw them on, at least for Maria. Maria suspects the Romneys, the Gang Of Four. We need to fix the fences to be able to keep the animals in the barn for shearing or trimming. This seems to happen most often when it is very cold, I think the animals get especially hungry.