Most of the time the boys in the ram pen are a restful bunch of merry gentlemen. Aside from Duke’s seasonal hormone fluxuations, they get along pretty well and are generally pretty laid back and lazy. Until dinnertime comes around, that is.
The boys usually get a small amount of sheep salt and a few crunchies once I’ve put the girls up for the night. Once Duke’s hormones calm down I’m hoping this will translate into them following me up to the barn at night, but for now it means that the minute they see me coming back out of the barn they stop being restful. Or merry. Or gentlemen.
Duke tries very hard to push everyone else away and hog all the food for himself, but unfortunately for him all of his current pasturemates are big boys with big horns and several inches of wool padding. Generally they prefer to stay out of his way, but not if there’s food on the line.
“You guys move over! All the food is for me!”
“Ow, Duke! Stop shoving, you’re squishing me!”
Eventually he manages to push the others away, but they immediately run around behind him and come back to the fence on his other side. Then he starts trying to push them the other way. It’s very entertaining watching them go back and forth, even if poor Duke does get frustrated.
“They don’t want any! They said I could have it all!
“We did not! He’s lying! We want some too!”
I love Duke’s and Liam’s tongues poking out, and Barney’s grumpy face behind them. Jeb’s already circling back around to the fence.
Eventually I manage to make sure everyone gets their fair share, to Duke’s dismay.
“Duke, so help me if you don’t stop pushing…”
Once the treats are gone they calm down pretty quickly. Sometimes as I walk back to the house I can hear Duke calling after me, or when I look back I might see Barney bouncing around in circles kicking up his heels, (which is pretty funny looking when he’s in full fleece) but for the most part they’re content to settle down and rest like the merry gentlemen they (usually) are.