Wilbur and the Ladies

Wilbur continues to keep us on our toes. He's a wonderful dog, but he's still young and he likes birds so we continue to teach him lessons on what behavior is appropriate and what isn't. 

He LOVES to explore outside and we've had some beautiful days this fall to be out and about on the farm with Wilbur.

 Like all dogs, he wants to be around us all the time, even if he's sleepy.

 One afternoon I was working on the front porch with some decor issues, and he was intent on being near me but he was so sleepy he just couldn't hold his head up!

 Then a moment later, he got up and laid down right in the middle of what I was working on. Not helpful, Wilbur, not helpful.

 So far, Wilbur has killed three chickens. The coyotes made off with around 15 more of them. Something like that - it's hard to know exactly since we hadn't been counting the birds every day. The good/bad thing about Wilbur is that he doesn't eat the birds, he brings them to us instead. However, that helps us feel confident that he's only gotten three. But still. We're working on teaching him to leave the ladies alone.

 He also LOVES the three cats that call the farm home. I think he would prefer them to be his own size so he could properly wrestle with them. Instead, he tries to wrestle with them but gets scratched, hissed and spat on instead.

 He's learned to behave while riding in the truck. It's rare that he tries to climb from the back seat up to the front like he used to try. Now he usually curls up to sleep.

 Can you see all those feathers littering the ground? Yep. Darn coyotes.

 Wilbur also seems to enjoy the pumpkins that I'm trying to decorate the porch with. Every morning they're scattered around. The small gourds can be found all over the grass, but the pumpkins are rolled here and there.

 On a good day, one of us will take Wilbur for a walk or bike ride - he loves it. He runs and runs and runs and never seems to tire.

 Just a few weeks ago, before the chicken massacre happened, we would collect a full plastic bucket of eggs a day. Now we're lucky if it's half full on a daily basis.