I finished grazing the Miles pasture yesterday and walked the sheep to the property next door (owned by a family in Shanghai, a story for another day), essentially an overgrown logging road rather than an actual pasture.
Todd Smith, the local caretaker of the property, is interested in reclaiming some of the land from the encroaching forest, so I let the sheep hit the vegetation harder than I would in other circumstances.
By this evening, they had eaten every leaf and blade of grass within their reach, except for a plant call sweetfern (Comptonia peregrina, an angiosperm, so neither a fern, nor detectably sweet; go figure).
There was no easy way to extend the fence to give the flock access to more grazing, and I was exhausted from a long day in Boston, so I brought them take-out to tide them over. Tomorrow morning I plan to move the flock across town to new pasture.