Well we do live in Alaska after all. After the spring like weather over Rondy we’ve received a reality check in the form of a snow storm. The cars were covered in a sculpture of snow. Looked like wedding cake with swirls. The sins of our slack doody pick up are covered (for a few more months) by a foot or more of snow. Kate blasted around in a wriggling ecstasy of joy. Bing and the chickens were less thrilled.
Bing was a huge help tonight. Some of the hens refused to come out from under the henhouse to go to bed. I went back to the house and asked Bing if he’d like to brave the snow to put the girls to bed for me. He was out the door and into the run before I finished saying ‘girls’. He scooted under the hen house (sometimes it’s good to be short) and gently nudged out the three recalcitrant hens. The first two hopped inside, the third needed an additional firmer butt bonkers from Bing before stepping up the ramp.
I would not have cared to have gotten the girls myself tonight. It was cold, blowing, miserable conditions. I would have been neither as fast, nor frankly as humane, as our fine Corgi boy.
Bing got a fresh egg for his great help.
Kate gets distracted by all the tasty poo in the chicken run, so I don’t use her when I just want the job done.
Kate is in season and a little uncomfortable. A bitch comes into season twice a year, and her cycle lasts about 20 days. She should finish just before her next show. Her coat is thick, and she worked very well for me at Friday’s Show ‘n Go. I’ve entered her in Amateur Owner Handler class.
Scott and I enjoyed the Iditarod ceremonial start on Saturday. I’ll post some pictures soon.