As I drove up to the new farm this morning, eight does of varying sizes were grazing on the laneway side of the fence across from the horses. Everybody was with their own kind and everybody had their heads down, busy grazing. And everybody had their tails facing toward the errant human. I wonder if there is hidden meaning in that somewhere ? If only I’d had my camera….(I know, Melissa, I know.)
In terms of what goes on, our morning routine at the new farm is much the same as it was, but it’s interesting to note that the big boys react slightly differently to things at the new place.
The first obvious difference is that the entire group has become more docile, not only at feeding time, but most of the time. As long as they are enclosed within their pasture (I call it their “happy” place), I think you could literally set fireworks off under their tails and not provoke a response beyond mild amusement.
About an hour before sundown, the group moves back toward the barn of their own volition for a drink and their afternoon meal. When this is done and everyone has had an afternoon pat from me they move off into the trees where they pass their evening eating, playing and grooming with one another.
My only question is where do I sign up ??
Clay, Fuzzy Punch and Boo
Missy, Maisie, Cuff Links, Lily and Harmony
Sebastian and Gus
Part of the Big Boys’ afternoon routine is hanging out in the woods; Tony and Baby showing us how it is done.
Leo and Levendi taking their afternoon siesta in the woods
Homer and Thomas standing nose to tail in the woods (that is Chance and Apollo behind them)
Hemi and Grand munching on some hay
Tony and Baby