Swineherding with Sasquatch

The dogs and I have been stirring up a flock* of forest chickens every couple of days down in the creek bottom. Grouse season starts tomorrow . . .

And, there has been a big black bear on the property over the last two weeks. Bear season is open until the end of the year. It's time to put a plan together to get the comforter I've been wanting for years.

*This is lame. I call a group of grouse a flock because I refer to them as forest chickens. However, "A group of forest grouse is most commonly called a covey or a pack."

While the dogs have been pains in my rear lately, they were on point this morning. After feeding pigs and taking Dixie back up to the house so she doesn't die, Luke and Leia helped wrangle some adventurous weaners and chased away a mountain lion . . . not really, probably just a deer.

Let dogs be dogs!

Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face.

~Mike Tyson

This morning things did no go to plan . . . I spent over two hours doing morning chores as I tried to wrangle three escaped weaners and a goat.

"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."

1 Thessalonians 5:16–18, NKJV

Luke and Leia have been huge pains in my rear end lately. They're chasing who knows what; the possibilities are endless: elk, deer, coyotes, bobcats mountain lions, other dogs, la chubacabra, Sasquatch . . .

But they are running off across the road and bothering the neighbors. So we need to fence them in. I've set up an electric sheep fence where they are leaving the property until I can figure out a permanent solution.