It took less than 10 days to realize sheep and horses don't mix. I suppose looking back it would seem logical, like we should have known it from the start, but I was selfishly thinking of myself and my workload, trying to make it easier to take care of them through the winter by having everyone in one place. After a week of rain, the paddock is torn to smithereens from heavy horse feet. The sheep and the donkey were intimidated and chased away from the hay feeders. Poor little Primrose was soaking wet standing out in the rain because she was too afraid to go in the shed with the horses. There was no choice but to move them back to the pasture away from the herd. Now, we are faced with building another shelter this weekend, with cold weather right around the corner. This seems to be normal for us. Every day, we live and learn through trial and error. If we live long enough, we may eventually get it right. Still, I know this is where I want to be.
Prim and the sheep having a party.
My name is Christy Franklin.