Bud is having a blast on the farm. Sometimes he rushes out and moves the sheep, as he did this morning (please note he ran them right over Fate, who lay still and watched as the Boston Terrier took control of the herd.
Bud’s herding is not pretty, and it certainly is not classic. But he does get the job done when he’s not chasing after a mice or a rabbit. Bud has his regular stops now – by the pond, by the stone wall, in the mash, in the back woods, underneath the Skid Born, where hedgehogs live.
In the warm summer sun, he rushes from one of his regular stops to the next, hoping to flush out some rodent. No luck yet. When he is thoroughly worn out, he either jumps into the pond to cool off, or rushes up to me to get his treat. Then we go inside to cool off.
I keep thinking Fate will either be inspired or embarrassed into doing some herding, but I see that’s not going to happen. This is not what I expected.
Bud’s world is a happy place, he has his routine, he never runs off, he always comes back to me or to Maria. I think he knows he has a good thing going there, he’s seen the other path.
OMG, you are going to send the border collie “snobs” into “out of control” spasms, lol.
Reminds me of my farm. I loved giving my animals space to think and come up with ways to problem solve, create games and socialize with the other animals on their own. I truly believe it fostered higher emotional, mental and physical intelligence.
I love hearing the delight in your voice and writing when you describe your animals on your farm.
Thank you for it! Lifts spirits in times like these for sure!
“This is not what I expected.“
I think I will have this on my tombstone. It speaks to a lot of my life…..