More Sheep Shed Cleaning

I've been remiss in my volunteer duties of late -- over scheduling my weekends, my life. However, I'm back on track and managed to get back to the farm today after being gone for about a month. And, lo and behold, found myself in the sheep shed once again.

If after you die you wake up in a hot, humid, rustic, sheep shed with a long handled ice-scraper in your hands, I have pretty good idea of where you ended up. Rhymes with smell.

(I must note that the lemonade was exceptional today. Not too sour. Not too sweet. Just how I like it.)

Tegan was enamored of a barn swallow. Such a pretty little bird.

Ag Volunteer Initiation

Began cleaning the sheep shed. Muscle-straining pitchforks full of eye-tearing, throat-burning, sinus-cleansing, hard-packed, ammonia-stench, sheep dirt. Nothing else quite compares. Once you break the seal with the first puncturing scoop of the fork tines, a Pandora's box of stink escapes. This is the true initiation of the Ag volunteer. I welcome all comers to a morning of sheep shed cleaning. And, you get to find the occasional trophy of shed lamb tails -- sort of like the prize in a box of Cracker- Jacks.