Most ewes I can tell when they’re in heat because they turn into flirts. Duchess is a flirt all the time, so sometimes it’s hard to tell. Usually I have to judge by the behavior of the wethers.
If Will is following her around with a wistful expression, while the other boys drift in and out of orbit around her, that’s normal. If all the boys are following her constantly, that’s a bit unusual.
If Liam suddenly remembers he was a breeding ram once, and gives up following Lana around in favor of aggressively driving off all of Duchess’ other beaus, then I would say something is definitely going on.
Mira, who has proven so far not to be a flirt outside of heat, stuck close to me or trailed way behind all the confusion. She doesn’t mind a fight now and then, but Liam’s a bit intimidating when you’re as small as Mira.
“I really like Duchess now, but she’s still only interested in Duke! What’s he got that I haven’t got?”
Hum. Well. Uh. Hrm. Ahem. Let’s just say Duchess has always liked Duke best, and leave it at that.
It started raining on me while I was out there keeping an eye on the scuffle. I should have seen the signs when my traitor dogs stayed on the porch and didn’t escort me out and back. Wimps.
I may have been singing “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” with mangled lyrics and my most sarcastic singing voice while running back to the house.
I had to write this post on my phone, because my laptop battery is dead, so if the formatting is at all wonky blame it on WordPress having a really less than stellar mobile app.