Toby, our handsome wonder dog!

January 4, 2008

It was another cold night here. I was out taking pictures of the ice on the pond, when I happened to get this shot of Toby.

01-04-08 Toby

I was really pleased with this shot because I have a hard time getting good pictures of Toby. First off, it’s very difficult to get a good picture of a critter with black fur. It’s hard to see the details without making the rest of the picture too light. I have that problem every time I try to take pictures of Toby or our llama, Keira, as they both are dark. The background in this picture just happened to work out well.

It’s also difficult to catch him standing STILL for a long enough time to bring the camera up, focus and take the picture. He’s constantly on the mooooovvvvvveeeeee, and he usually comes running the minute he sees me look at him.

So there he is, standing still for a change, posing for a picture to show what a big, handsome dog he is!

Toby the Wonder Dog Chasing Ashes

December 26, 2007

The Farmer was burning some old feed sacks and boxes yesterday. Toby loves it when his fellow firebug makes a fire. He thinks it’s great fun to chase and jump for flying bits of ashes.

Every once in a while Toby gets hold of a hot ash, shakes his head for a minute, then goes right back to jumping for more ashes.

I guess everyone has their own idea of what’s fun!

Friday on the farm…

December 21, 2007

It was beautiful out there when I went to do chores this morning. The weather has warmed up again, and I wore a light jacket instead of my heavy winter coat. Even at that, I pulled off the jacket before I was half way finished with the chores. Though the sun was shining, it’s pretty dreary. What colored leaves we had have either turned brown, fallen to the ground, or both. Still, there’s a little color peeking through here and there, like this lovely little violet.Toby was in rare form this morning, galloping all over the place, carrying around a big piece of lumber he found somewhere. He’s got to have a piece of wood in his mouth, whether it’s so tiny you can barely see the end of it sticking out of his mouth, or so large it’s twice his size and he’s dragging it along behind him.

He’s the farm jester, always finding ways to make me laugh, no matter how grumpy I might be. He loves to play in the water. In the original game, he jumped up and bit the water, but later it evolved to him wanting sprayed while he ran around with his lumber stogie in his mouth.

The other animals generally ignore his lunacy, unless he gets too close. Then they’ll scoot out of his way while casting a wary eye in his direction.

Eventually, they’ll go back to munching their hay or grass or whatever they were doing.

It’s another beautiful Friday on the farm.

Neffie, the Mighty Mole Hunter

December 5, 2007

Out in our backyard-turned-pasture where the sheep and the goats roam, there are also some underground dwellers roaming about. Their tunneling leaves behind a raised row of earth. When our livestock guardian dog, Neffie, finds one that’s occupied, she starts barking frenetically.

Then she starts digging.
It’s hard to see in the picture above, but she dug a hole in the middle of one of the tunnels, grabbed the occupant and carried it off.

When you got it carried far enough away to suit her, she dropped it. There it was, the digger itself, one ugly mole.
She seems to be wondering, “What should I do with it now?” Generally, her answer is to carry her prize around for a while, drop it and watch it run, then catch it again. (Sometimes Neffie acts a lot like a cat.) I’m not sure she ever kills them.

But she’s really good at catching them.

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