"Negotiations"

Kate and Snort are not in agreement as to who should be in charge of the little herd, so have these little conversational interludes at random. This was the view out my kitchen window as I was preparing breakfast this morning. The yaks love the cold weather, and seem pretty pleased that snow happened. Kate spent about an hour standing stock still, looking to the West. I'm not really sure what she was waiting for, but she was resolved to not move until it happened.

The other adventure of the day was when I went out to tend the chickens and pay a little attention to the big furballs. I was greeted with such pitiful faces that I grabbed the cookie bucket and started handing them out to greedy yaks. Now, Kate has discovered that there is a little gap between a fence we have and the pole it is latched to, and usually reaches somewhat through said gap. Today, I was distracted for a moment, feeding Grunt and Maria, and looked back to find that Kate had decided to try for the cookie bucket, and had managed to get caught in the gap. To make matters worse, as she was trying to free herself, she got her horn caught in the wire mesh we have over the metal gate. I had a bad moment thinking that she was about to break her horn off. Horns have blood vessels deep inside of them, so if she had broken her horn, she could have bled to death. (Maria managed to bump the end off of her horn the day Kate was delivered and bled a little, but not too badly. It is growing back, but looks funny.) Well, just as I was trying to decide if I was going to open the gate (Which could have been bad for other reasons...free range yak on the wrong side of the fence sounds like no fun.), she managed to free herself. I gave her the rest of her cookies *over* the fence, and not through the gap.

Ah, farm life. Full of learning experiences.