As of this morning, Dodie is still pregnant. She spent the day yesterday standing on the pile of finished compost. I am not sure why every time I went to check on her she was standing in the same place, in the same attitude, as if she were a statue of a noble sheep. Certainly, she was quick enough to come running in when the food can rattled in the evening. Audrey had her stuck through a hole in the old fence which I didn't realize was there, until the sheep ate down the brush in the area. Now, I know I need to run a few more strands of electric wire for now and replace that length of fence soon - now that the sheep are cleaning up the fence line, it will be much easier. She also came running when the feed can rattled, so she was only pretending to be stuck.
My youngest child and I made a big batch of gingerbread dough and had a girls' day shopping for her siblings. We only rolled out and baked 1/3 of the recipe, and she proclaimed loudly that (except for Dad) any member of the family who wanted a cookie had better bestir themselves to help decorate. Everyone filed by and sprinkled sugar and cinnamon candies and then went back to studying for finals. We made maybe 2 1/2 dozen cookies, and there are 2/3 of the recipe still in the fridge.
I made a huge pot of Portuguese Bean Soup. I'll be eating it all week, I can tell. Good thing I like it.