Sheep and Trees

The week after the funeral, Gayle’s aunt and uncle arrived from America. Our sisters were still here for a couple of days, so we took all of them to Hawarden, to the farm on which our nephew is working for a few months. The farmer, a friend of ours, moved some sheep into another paddock so we could see the dogs working, and then he cut down some trees. He was taking out a stand of pine trees so he could reroute a farm road, and milling them into timber to build a new set of cattle yards.

The scenery as we drove out the long road to Mount Virginia was breathtaking!


Our friend gave Mr. Imagination and Mr. Sweetie rides in the skidder. He was moving logs around and putting them on the portable sawmill, which I apparently failed to get a picture of.


When we headed out to see the sheep moved, our friend led us with his truck. We followed as far as we could in the van, but when we got to where the terrain was too rough, the boys took off on foot. The rest of us crowded into the truck—four women and three little people in the cab with the farmer and four people in the back with the dogs! He took us farther up the hill.


He caught this lamb so our visitors could pet it, and Mr. Imagination enjoyed holding it, too.


When the sheep saw us coming, they took off for the way into the next paddock.


We all followed the farmer along the fenceline to where he needed to open the fence to let the sheep through. The sheep went back and forth several times, but eventually he got them all through. Apparently, one of the dogs wasn’t behaving the best. The boys climbed to the top of the hill and looked for stragglers. They were tired that night!


After moving the sheep, we watched our friend cut down a few more trees. His children had gotten home from school and wanted to see some trees come down.



About NZ Filbruns

A home-school family living in New Zealand, with a desire to share what Christ has done for us.
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