|Spiny cocklebur - what a lovely plant!|
This afternoon, the dogs and I moved one of our breeding groups about a mile up the road onto fresh pasture. The sheep broke into a patch of spiny cocklebur in the midst of some green grass, and I had no choice but to send the dogs to bring them back onto the road. When we finally got home just before 7 p.m., I spent 45 minutes picking the burs out of the dogs - Mo and Taff each had more than 50 burs stuck in their fur. Left untended, these burs would cause sores and other problems. The dogs dislike this process (they might even hate it). After a very long Monday, I did not particularly enjoy it either.
As a grazier and a conservationist, I dislike invasive weeds. My dislike for yellow starthistle, medusahead barley and barbed goat grass is especially intense. I have to say, however, that I reserve the word "hate" for cocklebur. I'm on a mission to eradicate it! After tonight, so are my dogs!