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Tuesday, August 02 2011

The most important part of the move happened last night . . .

No! Even more important than the sheep and goats!


     I agonized over moving Briar. Not much more than a giant puppy, I worried about how she would take the move. If she jumps out here, the cows could kill her, or she could get killed on the highway.  It weighed heavy on my mind. I was a basket case.  I stayed up all night. I cried.

     By the time we got the livestock loaded it was already dark. I debated over whether or not to let her ride in the cattle trailer with the sheep, or in the truck with Lily.  I chose the truck. I didn't want her frightened in the trailer. Other Half says I spoil her.  (Guilty as charged!) We went through the Whataburger drive-thru on the way home.  Briar discovered talking boxes and sliding windows with French Fries.  (Briar likes French Fries.) And then we followed her sheep and goats to their new home.

 It's wild!

Actually, it's not.  This is just an untamed area behind the barn that Other Half had fenced off to keep the horses away from the septic tank.  It has years of undergrowth.  I give it a month.  As soon as they off-loaded, the sheep and goats headed for the buffet line.


It looked like this, except in total darkness.

Yes! It's Roanie! 

You didn't think we'd leave Roanie, did you?!!

     I made a point to bring the sheep that were Briar's friends - Roanie and the old ewes that raised her from a puppy.  I sold the better ewes to a local friend where I can keep the genetics and buy back ewe lambs from them if needed later.


The sheep were thrilled with their new jungle.  The goats were happy at first, then they realized that they actually had to sleep in the jungle.

 "Uhm . . . pardon me, but where's our stall?  Where's our shavings? Concrete aisle? Starbucks?"

I got up all night long to check Briar, and by default, the goats.   With the arena lights on, they were blinded to my approach in the dark.  The goats, who are normally frightened of Briar, had decided that perhaps Big Hairy Friends were preferable to squinty yellow eyes in the darkness.  

     Each time I checked, the dog was a large white lump surrounded by dairy goats.  I had to laugh when Clover heard me, threw her head up like a deer and poked Briar with her nose.

"Hey!  Did you hear that?!!"

"Hmpfh? Wha? I'hm sleepin'."

"That!  Get up! Something's out there!  There in the dark!  There it goes again!  Don't you hear that?"


The goat pokes Briar again and the dog sits up, stares off into the bright lights. Nothing. Dog lays back down. Goat is miffed.

This repeated itself several times throughout the night.


And so it was, the sun came up and Briar was still in her pen.  I was exhausted and so were the goats,

 but Briar was just fine.




Posted by: forensicfarmgirl AT 02:15 pm   |  Permalink   |  4 Comments  |  Email
Well done re Briar. You have followed all the classic rehome rules. Her friends should do the trick for you. Hope she stays safe. 2 weeks should see it a done deal as she is not a true rescue. Don't forget boundary leash walking if you can fitit in.
Posted by Liz (Vic Aust) on 08/03/2011 - 01:19 AM
Hi, I have a couple of questions. 1. What about your mother and Stone? Don't they live at the ranch you are selling? 2. I thought that area of Texas is in a very bad drought. How come everything is so green? Jan
Posted by Jan on 08/03/2011 - 10:55 AM
Mom's house sits on a piece of property adjacent to the main chunk. It won't be sold. What little rain this area has received has managed to come down on this farm. MY house, on the other hand, has received very little. (7 miles apart!)
Posted by forensicfarmgirl on 08/03/2011 - 12:31 PM
The first time we took our sheep to summer range we took a tripple deck semi-I worried about how to take the dog and had to laughh-the semi stopped on the road-the dog was following the truck with his sheep in it-the driver stopped and scooped him up in his big arms and threw him in and away they went. We took the other dogs in the horse trailer but the old dog was really sensational! I love Brair!
Posted by sue in wyoming on 08/04/2011 - 08:35 AM

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