Our culvert sits in the rear of our pasture, over it is the gravel bridge that leads to Lulu’s crossing, some of you may remember that Lulu refused to cross the first bridges we built, they were not fancy enough for her.

When we build the dirt bridge, she deigned to cross.

The culvert is a sort of woodland highway, it can be magical watching the water flow through it from the mountain streams that rush through all year, getting low in  August and September.

Maria loves to sit and take videos there, I like to sit and watch the frogs, waterbugs, snails, small fish and grass come pouring through.

Our culvert is always busy. Two geese have taken up residence during the  day, they ran off two ducks. Bud will have fun with the frogs.

A neighbor came by this afternoon and said the words everyone with a farm hates to hear. “One of your animals is out.” He said a sheep had gotten through the fence in the back and was eating grass out by the back of his house.

I called Maria, grabbed Red and we ran out to the rear pasture together.

The flock was standing in front of us, the two donkeys, and all ten. Whoever got outside the fence managed to get back in.

We found a section of the wire fence pushed open, some branches had fallen on it and widened a gap, we saw bits of wool hanging off the wire.

Because of winter flooding, the electric fence doesn’t work, the high water keeps shorting it out. We closed off the rear pasture, we’ll probably put up some wire fencing ourselves.

There are only two short areas that seem vulnerable. Meanwhile, the pasture is closed, the geese will be happy.

I’m glad the sheep got back in by him or herself. I had to think of any animals close to the busy road.