The best part of Sunday was breakfast. I made biscuits, veggie sausage, and fried breakfast potatoes with sweet peppers.
Not much happened on Sunday. The rain continued, and the creek kept rising. We learned that the sheep's new shelter was prone to flooding, and Mike made a temporary shelter for them with a tarp nailed between trees on higher ground. Of course, all the usual pastures flooded. But since losing so many animals to coyotes during floods when the fence is dead, we moved everyone to pastures without electric fencing once we realized a flood was eminent. You see that thing sticking up in the middle of the water? That's one of the fence posts for the electric fence, and you can also see a lot of dead branches that were washed downstream and got tangled in the fence. It's a mess to clean up!
Even the pond behind our house went beyond its banks. This was definitely a bigger flood than we normally get. When we were looking for property, we wanted a place with either a pond or a creek. We thought we were so lucky to get both. We had no idea that when you have these beautiful features, you will also have floods. Nor did we realize that a creek provides a great home for families of coyotes and foxes.
In the midst of the storm, we were blessed with a new life. Minerva gave birth to a spotted ram. I know there is a proper Shetland name for his color and markings, but rather than scratching my head and looking at the Shetland website, I'll just ask my Shetland friends to offer a suggestion as to the proper terminology for him. I'm thinking that Minerva is shaela after reading Nancy's very informative post on that color.
Since the two yearling rams were different colors -- gray and brown -- I am wondering if I'll be able to figure out who Daddy is based upon the color. I think the little ewe might actually be a dark chocolate just like Charlie when he was born. I thought he was black for a few days before Margaret pointed out that he was not the same color as Rambrant who was definitely born black.
On second thought, maybe breakfast wasn't the best part of Sunday.