Hi Paula,
I thought the picture on our calendar for May was particularly cute, so I thought I would post it with a poem from ET about Border Collies.
In the land where the wattle blooms, under skies so vast and heart,
There's a tale of the sheepdog trials, where the Border Collies start.
With a coat of brown and white, or black and white they stride,
Blue Merle or tricolour, they wear their marks with pride.
They dash through the grass, with eyes so keen and bright,
Guiding the woolly flock, from morning until night.
No sheep can stray, no lamb can wander lost,
For the Border Collies rule, no matter what the cost.
They're the shepherds' mates, in the sunburnt country wide,
From the dusty plains to the mountain's rugged side.
With a whistle and a shout, they weave their clever spell,
In the dance of sheep and dog, that the bush folks know so well.
So here's to the Border Collies, with their hearts so bold and true,
Whether brown, black, or blue, they'll never leave you blue.
They're more than just a shepherd's aid, they're part of the bush lore,
Border Collies rule the roost, now and forevermore.