Dr. Sherry put Buckwheat to sleep today. Last night and this morning I made sure he had lots of pellets and grain to eat, and then today I went to work. Poor Michele had to help Dr. Sherry do it, and then she buried him at the back of the paddock. I thought that was nice - his spirit could still be running with his girls.
I realized we didn't have a good picture of him, so I didn't add any here.
A sheep farmer meets an urban gardener. Fleece ensues.
The Reading List
*Animal, Vegetable, Miracle