I'm on my second mug of iced coffee and almost done with morning chores. It'a already sweltering out there, the day should reach over ninety degrees. That means this woman might find herself in the river later, and since it is a weekday that means having it practically to myself. I've changed Gibson's bandage and decided this morning he'll join me for the delivery of the birds. He's not as comfortable with the big bench seat in the truck (which I have started calling Big Red) but he'll manage. I gotta say, he looks damn good up in that cab with me.
Speaking of Damn Good, little Friday is coming along so well. She's half Gibson's size and her feathering on her butt and arms is turning red like her mother's coat. I don't know if she'll be a black border collie with red tips but if that is the case it will suit her. She's a total spitfire and starting to feel like she was always a part of this farm. She pays attention, comes when called, sits, lies down, and in a few months will start training with sheep (under the wisdom of our sheep shearer, Jim McCrae). I tried to take a photo with her and Big Red but she wanted to make out instead. (I told you she was a spitfire!)