We baby sat a home with some farm animals last week.  An easy task, I’d say.

I was warned a bout the ram.

I don’t know this fellow’s name….

A nice looking fellow.

 I was warned not to go into the pen, because I would very quickly be on my butt.  He looked pretty calm to me.
This morning, I gave him fresh water, through the fence, but the bowl for his oats were a little distance from the fence- but close to the gate.  Protected by a fence board from any onslaughts, I held the board at his head level and against my legs. I meekly entered the gate.  I had not stepped into the pen before he head butted the board, cracked the board and off course I made my escape.  Phew, that was close!

I have re-named him “Stew”

You may be wondering what this story has to do with mason bees.  Since all the mason bees are in their cocoons and are awaiting fall cleaning, I am enjoyed a few days away on a farm on Vancouver Island.

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