Monday, January 25, 2016

Home at Last

Day two was a beautiful day for winter in the PNW.  Blue skies, sunshine and mid-50's, all very rare and always welcome this time of year.  She spent it learning things like which bushes are the best for romping thru and why it's never a good idea to follow Sybil into the St. John's wort patch (she's too short to see over it).  She got to come out to the barn and meet the Gangsta Girls.  She ran behind me and stood up and wrapped her paws around my legs, peeking out to see if those monster birds were coming for her.  Those hens can be pretty tough on little critters, and every one of them, even Lucy the Welsummer, is bigger than Rosie.
She met Sharon and her big, noisy tractor complete with a huge round bale of cow hay on it, nearly got shocked by the hotwire, walked down to check the pregnant ewes, and romped thru the wet grass.
Mostly, she played with Sybil and took on some mighty sticks under the trees and generally got used to her new home.  Still no accidents in the house, and the crate is getting better (read - less noisy).  Gem is still Gem, but slowly starting to figure out this little morsel isn't going anywhere.
She's very hard to get a picture of; the second you crouch or kneel to take a shot, she launches at your face.  There are a few of those shots below.
Enjoy the pix.  Don't forget to click on the first one to start the slideshow and see them on a big screen if you can.
 Chillin' in the house with Sybil
 She's even looking for the leg with the weight on it for the heel on Sybil
 Launching towards Cricket while Sybil watches and waits for the inevitable outcome
 Sitting pretty.....
 ....and, there's the launch.  No, she has no white on her nose, that's just a reflection

 Sybil 'Uh oh, I think I might have killed it'

 The cute grassface shot....
 ....aaaaand, all four feet in the air

 The standoff

Go big or stay in your highchair says Rosie

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