Cricket was on quite a roll this morning. After dispatching the raccoon first thing, she posed for a few pictures with the puttputt on a glorious spring morning, then moved right into getting some work done around the place. First thing - Alfie the yearling bull, now a 'man', dared to walk into the barn. The barn is strictly off limits for all livestock unless invited (chickens and barn cats the exception to that rule), but with his new manly swagger, he figured that rule no longer applied to him. So, she took him out of the barn at a smart clip and I managed to grab the camera and get the final two shots before that lesson was finished. Then, it was time to introduce herself properly to the new Gangsta Girls, which she did nicely, showcasing her ability to go from 'gonna bite your head off, bull-boy' to 'hey, just making sure you know I'm here for you if you need me' in nothing flat. And, without Ho Dog for the first time in 8 years to dog break the lambs, she took it upon herself to do a little schooling with the flock as well.
I didn't do a thing except push the button. She did it all on her own. No critter were hurt or even mildly inconvenienced, except the raccoon, who is now on the menu for the vultures, and deservedly so