12-04-2011, 06:55 PM
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After several days of hard graft he was finally ready to start moving some of the smaller animals into their finished enclosures. Specifically the goats and the pigs, the larger animals like the cows and horses would have to wait until he had their stables up and running. The chickens were already settled into their new homes and the two flocks merged. The original hen and cockerel now part of a larger group. The other two males had at first fought with the larger older male but had eventually accepted their place. Now the four hens belonged to him unless his back was turned and the other two managed to sneak quick matings in right under his nose. The chicks were just that, chicks and were amusing to watch run around.
The Austral male was not outside however, he was in the cave that had served as a makeshift stabling area currently attempting to tie together the three goats. They were stupid animals in his opinion and essentially worthless in terms of productivity, plus they ate everything they could get their teeth into. Several of his carefully drawn designs had already disappeared down their throats. He was using Faith as a herding device today since she could keep up with the silly creatures and for some reason they tended to listen to her when she spoke to them to a certain degree. So the large female Clydesdale was out of her stall and waiting for him to tie the goats to the rope around her neck.
The tall male finally impatiently pulled the last animal, the younger one out of its pen and tied it in behind its parents and got everything securely attached to Faith. He stroked the black mare's neck and the white star on her forehead. She nickered in response and nibbled at his arm where the barely healed scar resided.
After several days of hard graft he was finally ready to start moving some of the smaller animals into their finished enclosures. Specifically the goats and the pigs, the larger animals like the cows and horses would have to wait until he had their stables up and running. The chickens were already settled into their new homes and the two flocks merged. The original hen and cockerel now part of a larger group. The other two males had at first fought with the larger older male but had eventually accepted their place. Now the four hens belonged to him unless his back was turned and the other two managed to sneak quick matings in right under his nose. The chicks were just that, chicks and were amusing to watch run around.
The Austral male was not outside however, he was in the cave that had served as a makeshift stabling area currently attempting to tie together the three goats. They were stupid animals in his opinion and essentially worthless in terms of productivity, plus they ate everything they could get their teeth into. Several of his carefully drawn designs had already disappeared down their throats. He was using Faith as a herding device today since she could keep up with the silly creatures and for some reason they tended to listen to her when she spoke to them to a certain degree. So the large female Clydesdale was out of her stall and waiting for him to tie the goats to the rope around her neck.
The tall male finally impatiently pulled the last animal, the younger one out of its pen and tied it in behind its parents and got everything securely attached to Faith. He stroked the black mare's neck and the white star on her forehead. She nickered in response and nibbled at his arm where the barely healed scar resided.