A few days ago I didn’t let the sheep out fast enough, so they had to vent all their energy on each other. Or, in Liam’s case, on a fencepost. I think I counted three separate fights going on, not counting all the boys in the ram pen trying to butt the fencepost at the exact same time as Liam.
Crazy sheep are crazy. And then once they were out, they couldn’t decide if they should run off to eat the grass, or stick next to me in case I decided to give them lots of crunchies. Mira was firmly in the “stay next to mommy” camp, but everybody else ended up running back and forth a lot.
Little Mira definitely has a baby belly going, and Duchess and Nova are starting to look pretty round as well. Liam, fortunately, was not as round under his fleece as I was afraid he’d be, so he has been spared the horrible fate of a diet. Not that he was ever in any real danger of that, since I’m not really sure how you’d go about putting a sheep on a diet in the first place.
They spend the morning running around the yard eating, then by about noon they’re ready to go back to their own field to settle down and chew cud. Then the dogs get to go out and investigate the “invasion,” which gives Watcher something to entertain him, so it all works out pretty well. I’m still hoping the grass comes back quickly so I don’t have to keep managing this time share hassle.