Friday, May 13, 2011

Meet the Neighbors

Oh boy, oh boy!  I don't even know where to start.  At this juncture in my life, I had imagined I would be living in downtown Chicago with a few kids, a husband, a mortgage and a cute lawn boy to look at because I married for money and not for looks. And because this was birthed from my squirrelly imagination, yes, I would have a lawn in downtown Chicago.

Of course.  

That is why I feel so very blessed that life would throw me this country bone... 

Welcome to el Farm

In the evening when I'm driving home from work is when it hits me.  There are no lights, pedestrians (yuck) or traffic jams.  The only time I get held up is when a neighbor cow stands in the middle of the road and gives me a brown stink eye.  I do not mind cow stink eyes because they are big and brown and sweet.

Well, without further adieu, let me introduce you to some of my friends...

First up, the Bell of the Ball, Charlie or Chaaaarles as I call him.  Charles sheep-sits for a living.  Say that 5 times fast, please.

Here he is practicing yoga.   

Here Charles is napping on the job while sheep are being mangled by neighboring coyotes. 

Does he care?  I don't think so. 

Honestly, are there any other creatures on earth as endearing as sheep with their bulbous bodies propped up by match-stick legs?  It was like God was running out of ideas by the fifth day of creation.

Everyone, meet Oliver.   

Oliver, meet my friends. 
(This guy has a story but I'll save that for another day)

Sheep buns.  They are cute, but trust me,  you don't want any part of it. 

And here we have Nelson after a hard night of partying.  The bottle, along with consuming too much lush pasture, will destroy him. 



Why, look who it is!  Quincy McDougal.  Although he doesn't appear like it here, he's as big as a Tyrannosaurus Rex. 

Quincy's sniffer. 

My pal.

And here are our little hatchlings who, as of this morning, haven't been picked off by neighboring hawks.  It's a brutal world out there. 

 My home on the range...


  1. I see more than just sheep buns in one of those pictures. I think I may start calling you Ma Ingalls.

  2. Deb! I took that picture for you because I know how you like animal butts. Not keen on animal balls then are ya?

  3. those are great pictures! Love the sheep...butts and all :D