Apparently the yaks aren't the only ones who find the grass greener on the other side. Even more concerning- the fact that my dog had been outside for over an hour at this point with no clue that we had escapees. Some farm dog she is. The sheep eventually just meandered back into the fence. Apparently Adam will be putting up yet another string of barbed wire this week.
In other news, love is in the air. Pullo has apparently decided that mating season is here, regardless of whether any of the other yaks know it or not. The love of his life?
Gaia. Gaia is, of course, totally uninterested. She's still about six months too young for breeding. Still, poor Pullo is puffing himself up, trying to look as pretty as he can, banging around things with his mighty horns and his Juliet would rather stare dreamily into a hay bale than his big brown eyes. I kind of feel bad for him.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Also in other news, it's snowing here. Our first flurry of the season. It always snows by October 31, and we thought we might have gotten out of it this year. Mother Nature waited until the bitter end, but pulled through.