Gibson and I are still beginners, still at the very start of our training as shepherd and sheepdog. It's not a race for us and I am treating it as a lifelong education of a farmer and farm dog. I don't know if we'll ever see the trial field together, but when the weather turns better we'll get back to lessons on a regular basis. Today I wanted to give him a brush up, so we went out in the 18-degree waning light of the afternoon. Our work today was a flurry of excitement, as Gibson had not been out with the sheep in weeks. The frozen ground cut his paws, but he didn't even notice. When we came inside I washed them carefully, gave him some water, and he is now asleep in his crate. I'm getting back to my craft, and the audiobook, and will hopefully come back tonight with Chapter 3 of Birchthorn. I didn't get the amount of $300 for the chapter, and I am not waiting to reach that amount to keep it going. I love writing it, and as long as someone donates something, that means someone loves reading it. That is good enough for me.
Enjoy the story of a young writer living in Washington County with her fancy dogs, sheep, lots of chickens, fiber & meat rabbits, geese, ducks, turkeys, a hive and a garden. Expect to hear a lot about mountain music, the civil war, local food, and my friends along the way. It's a big time folks.