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| With a layer of snow on the ground it was time to burn the brushpile. |
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| The ice on the pond wasn't strong enough to skate on. I walked out on it, heard a loud crack, and walked back to shore. |
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| This year I wanted to use my brown ram Ragnar to breed the ewes, so I needed to isolate my other ram, Gunnar. I covered his pen with burlap so that he would not be able to see Ragnar sporting with the harem. |
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| The cattle panels take quite a beating, but this year Gunnar did not break out. |
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| Ragnar had the ewes to himself for 16 days before I let Gunnar free again. As you can see in the picture, rams like to rub their horns against saplings like bucks do in the fall. |
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| Fire fascinates us. Nothing draws a crowd like a burning building. |
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| It both is beautiful and frightening. |
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| And powerful. A good servant, but a bad master. |
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