Yesterday I picked up hay for the 'starving' sheep. This is always a big event as the flock either gets penned up, or is allowed to get crazy and either follow the hay wagon, or run out the gate to prune the yard.
Needless to say, Grace noticed instantly that they had chosen to run out the gate. Of course, the stubbly brown stuff also known as grass was way more interesting than the new hay.
As you can see, grazing happened in the midst of the agility equipment....
As I was cleaning water tubs, one noticed the feeders were filled with new hay...and of course, the rest followed quickly behind. After all, the poor dears were starving.
Grace was not pleased that she wasn't allowed to push the sheep off of the feeders and waited, hoping to hear the command to move...
This girl is just waiting her turn.
And this old girl wants to know just why I am watching her eat. She was one of 5 lambs born to my old Suffolk ewe Sophie.
Grace suddenly realised there were stragglers...she had to get them as she was certain they would never find the feeders on their own.
The little guy.
Liz. Not thrilled.
Grace determinedly waiting for more work to appear.
"LOOK! More sheep Ma! See? See??"
And waiting again....
Happy sheep....
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