Glamour Side of Sheepdoggin', Part I

I think this will kick off a new series of posts, entitled, "The Glamour Side of Sheepdoggin'". Here is Part One.

Thistle. Cutting it. Bagging it. String trimming it. Disposing of it. Yuck.

In general: string trimming, mowing, clipping, weeding, digging weeds. Yuck.

Nothing to do with dogs or sheep, but maintaining the property for same. Yuck.

Somehow barn cleaning is more satisfying; at least you get to throw in the sweet-smelling clean shavings. And thistle is annoying because it goes right through your gloves, as if you didn't even bother to put gloves on.

Huge kudos and props to those who have been helping with "landscape maintenance" (for lack of a better word) at the pasture.

As a value-added bonus, Where's Cap? :-)

Can you find Cap?

 Eight pairs of geese honking away in the pasture tonight, and he's oblivious.