The gate! Yes, the gate is open!
At last! The soft squeal of the hinge. Baas of recognition, welcome, and impatience commence.
The sheep indicate that they would be happy to help themselves, if not for that obnoxious gate. Sure it keeps the wolves out, but BREAKFAST is within sight.
The sheep are restless. Their ears swivel, straining for the sound of a door hinge that may indicate that breakfast is FINALLY on its way.
It’s a cold morning here in the north coast interior, with frost probably taking out the tomato plants that finally were starting to make tomatoes. Oh well!
We shall test the liveblogging system with the exciting saga of farm animals awaiting their breakfast. This is only a test, so you can use it as an open thread for as long as it lasts. Share your favorite stories, pictures of your breakfast, whatever.