This morning I got a note from Dear Friend Sue in Wyoming about her Great Pyrenees being attacked by 9 coyotes.  Holy Crap, Batman!  That's a lot of varmits!  Sue was able to save her dog, who was severely outnumbered, by shooting at the critters. This left the dog "alive but emotionally shattered."  (Well I guess so!) 

I read the note to Briar and it gave her the heebee-jeebees.  She decided that being attacked by 9 coyotes was NOT her idea of fun and suggested that Sue's dog revise his employment contract.

I really wish Texas were closer to Wyoming. If so, I would send Sue my Special Varmit Control Agent - my Sniper.  This is Son.

 He could shoot the eyes off a lizard from across the pasture.  This boy was born with a rifle in his hand. I wish I could loan him to Sue.

But alas, Briar and I are helpless to assist Sue in her coyote problem. This is of particular interest to Briar at the moment since she got to meet her new lambs yesterday.

This year is her third lambing season and she seems to be getting the hang of it. I still keep her away from little babies as I have friends who have lost lambs each year to Livestock Guardian Dogs.  Therefor, I wait until the babies are much bigger before I let them with Briar. She has been watching her sheep through a fence.

This year it was evident that she has mastered the art of The Ooze. She is interested in her new charges, but feigns disinterest so as not to startle them.  They were agog at this new Ugly Sheep in their fold.

I liked this lamb's approach - attempt to buffalo the large creature into believing you're a bad-ass.

It did not work. It did, however, take the wind out of her sails when Briar ignored her attempts to bluff the big dog into leaving.

"THAT is the ugliest sheep I have ever seen!"