|Bumper, aka. "The Nose"|
Bumper and Rusty are doing fine and growing fast. They rush the gate when I rattle the grain pans. And appreciate a good scratching around the ears, although they usually work their mouths over to my glove and latch on to a finger or two just for old times sake. They toss their heads against the hay bales, pushing and snorting around. If life gets a little dull, they charge the sheep, lest the girls start to think that they own the place. Bumper and Rusty are part of the landscape now.