Last night while I was schooling Larry, the sheep – all the sheep – got the sillies. Running, sproinging; it was hilarious. I had my camera slung around my neck as usual, but didn't halt Larry to take a video at the height of the action. (Silly me!) But I did manage to capture the tail end of the sheepnanigans for you:
The sheep no longer relish the available forage in the lower pasture, which is of lower quality because it is our sacrifice area for the horses in late summer. Makes for better pictures, though!
Whistlestop 0338. She's prepotent for good structure and great fleece!
|Bart and Bing, the black-based wethers.|
|Bitters and Bloomers, the brown-based twins.|
|Bonny, not related to Annabelle, nor past relishing the forage.|
This maiden yearling is positively pudgy!
(Bart, Bonny, Bing and Bittersweet are all available for sale. Bloom is spoken for, and Annabelle is staying here.)
That's it for today from . . .