The sound of the dog’s distant but loud bark piqued my dog’s curiosity. The bark spoke of urgency and intruders. As we continued our walk, I soon realized who the intruders were. They were firefighters hard at work clearing land of flammable dead brush. My dog picked up their scent.

These weren’t your typical firefighters, though, using hoses and shovels and axes. Their firefighting tools? Their mouths.

Goats and sheep wait in a pen for freedom … and breakfast.

The county has hired these furry firefighters to help clear land of dangerous, dry brush. It’s cheaper than hiring crews to use lawnmowers, apparently. And way more fun to watch. Continue reading →