Angel is (more than usually) annoyed with me, because I finally finished helping her get her old wool off. This involves sneakily grabbing a handful of loose wool off her back and then jumping backwards before she can spin around and punch me for invading her personal space like that.
“I keep telling you, you need to have more respect for my boundaries!”
I told her she looks beautiful without all that scruff hanging on her, but she was not appeased. Fortunately there are plenty of Splendid Games to distract her from her fit of pique.
We cleaned up a lot of the fallen branches into a tidy burn pile, which of course means the sheep are contractually obligated to climb all over it, dismantle the pile, and drag the branches everywhere.
“Alright guys, let’s get to work!”
Angel appears to be supervising the job site.
“We’ll get started on this end!”
I think Mira’s been teaching all the others what a Splendid Game it is to drag sticks around.
“Don’t look at me, this is YOUR stick collection! I keep mine in the other field!”
I wonder if sheep “mirror” behavior like cats do, and that’s why they meticulously try to un-do everything we do out there, or if they’re just contrary and don’t like us moving or changing things without their permission and want to “fix” it. They definitely don’t like change, and Mira at least has always tried to imitate what she sees me doing, so my money is on both.