Biscotti

This is not about the cookie you dip in tea or other beverages. This is about a young ewe (female sheep) and a wheelbarrow. You wouldn't think they would have much in common and you'd be correct.

This morning, I noticed the ewes' bedding had become moist and therefore, more hay should be put down for their health and comfort. I brought the wheelbarrow, almost overfull with hay, into their enclosure, discomfiting our guard dogs somewhat, and causing the ewes to run about in a clump. I tipped the wheelbarrow and proceeded to demolish any lumps to prevent problems for the sheep. The wheelbarrow remained in place behind me and was an object of great interest to the ewes once they had calmed down. I heard the scratch of teeth on the metal and knew they were also chewing on the handles but thought it wouldn't be for long so it wasn't worth chasing them away. Then I heard a different sound, and turned around to see what caused it. Lo and behold, there is Biscotti,

Biscotti

our brown ewe with brown goggles outlined in white around her eyes , standing in the wheelbarrow. I chase her out and continue my work. Of course, she now thinks there must be something of great interest there, so in she pops again. I chase her out again. Finally, I clue in and let her find out there is nothing of interest inside the wheelbarrow on her own, and out she pops of her own accord.

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Working with critters is a constant surprise and source of amusement.