Snow Shoot

Snow shoot does sound like snowsuit and maybe I made a typo; but no, this is a snow shoot for real.  Here are a collection of photos that hubby took after some snowfall. 

Mother Sheba and daughter Sheba enjoying the snow.  They preferred the change in weather, choosing to sleep out in the field on several nights.  When the wind picked up they slept out of its way under the overhang against the barn.

"Ruby - Dooby" I call her these days.  See the lovely 'biscuit' colouring in this light.  It runs down her back with lots of the colour on her ears.  Unseen in this photo she has a diamond of colour on the top of her head.  She continues to grow!

This is one of the last photos we have of Sheba.  You can see the expression on their faces that says, 'oh the sun is lovely today'.  The sheep in front of the llamas is Tall Girl.  She is the tallest and tall for a sheep.  Tall Girl has quite a dislike for Ruby, bashing her regularly and for no reason.  Like a dutiful Maremma, Ruby takes it all.  When a sheep threatens Ruby will sit down or lay down amongst them and the threat usually stops.  This evening I was petting a sitting Ruby and when I moved away Tall Girl bashed her.  Ruby fell over and stayed there. 

Having played for awhile Millie and Ruby are taking a rest in the sunshine.  They are on duty in front of the Big Barn.  Ruby is thoroughly enjoying her first snow.

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Now the snow is gone, melted on this very balmy day.  Henrietta refused to go into the barn tonight.  She is sleeping under the overhang, by herself.  She does not seem to miss her mother.  She stays with the sheep as part of the flock.  She tries to hog the feeder and gets annoyed with the sheep.  Other than expressing her annoyance by making faces, putting her ears back and stretching her neck to lear at them, they all carry on.  For the most part the sheep seem to ignore Henrietta.  The dogs and Henrietta have had a few confrontations.  Everyone however is integrating as desired.

Millie is not far away from Henrietta tonight.  I heard her barking and it was a confrontation-with-Henrietta type of bark.  Lately Millie curls up into a tight ball in the hay feeding area - day and night.  Both dogs love the hay.  Millie was covered in hoar frost one morning and when I put out hay there was an oval spot bare of snow where she had slept.  Other times she is in the lean-to where I've piled some bedding in the spot she has selected.  She is quite comfortable.  The dog who lived under the veranda, chased cars on the road and wouldn't stay behind the fence now lives in the barn and stays with her sheep.