Just Like You, Only Prettier

My sheep have almost forgiven me, little Scout will not let me get more than a couple pets in before she headbutts me, though that's basically where we've been since the start. Calpernia will let me pet her, and apply her Blu-Kote with relative ease. No more stained blue hands of shame for me. I haven't yet had Walske sheared, I figured it was best to give my little heart a moment to recover and to make sure I was confident in the shearer this time around.

I've fallen into a relatively smooth routine now, my days are simple but shockingly exhausting. By the time I'm finished with my endless internet research on livestock care and general farm things and all the animals are fed, watered and given appropriate amounts of love it's usually about time to start dinner. After dinner has been eaten I am so incredibly thankful for bedtime. I suppose it's good for me, when I wake up in the morning and my muscles are screaming at me to go back to bed I remind myself that it's a good thing. I'm getting biceps already! Maybe someday I'll look like a super ripped cowboy! Muscles that I didn't even know I had are sore. At the end of the day I'm so thoroughly exhausted that I finally understand the phrase, "tired to the bone" but I sleep like a baby every night.

The snow is almost melted away again. The chickens have left the coop and are happy little hens again now that they can scratch to their hearts delight. The yaks are loving the more plentiful grass patches in the pasture. I'm hopeful we'll be able to get some produce in the ground soon. Though some of the locals have warned me that typically it snows may long weekend and sticks around for another week or so.

I went into town today with the dogs and a woman insinuated that Pyrenees pups don't do well as  "couch potatoes" and really should only be kept as working dogs. COUCH POTATOES! I laughed and explained that in fact my dogs are almost always outside and that Bella is a working dog. Our conversation went like this;
"Bella is or will be a working dog when she's old enough"
"No, I mean working dog as in out with the cattle or sheep"
"She is intended to be out with the yaks and the sheep"
*Looks me up and down* "You have a hobby farm?"
"No, we have a working farm"
"oh...you have yaks? and sheep?"
"yeah, it's pretty cool"
"Yeah... so you have a farm? or your family has a farm?"
"My partner and I have a farm"
"Oh, can I ask how you manage to care for the animals with nails like that?"
GUYS IT TOOK EVERYTHING WITHIN ME TO NOT SAY "SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE ONLY BETTER" AND DO A TWIRL.
"oh, they're not really a bother once you get used to them."
I was simultaneously offended that she thought I couldn't possibly have a farm and also hella impressed at myself for being able to be a farmer but incognito. In hindsight, I should have done the twirl. I also should have mentioned to her that my sheep love to get long nail scratches behind their ears, my sheep dig them.
SASHAY AWAY LADY.