And today I started feeding round bales to the main flock as well.
By evening, they had made a significant dent.
I’m not sure if sheep appreciate sunsets the way Bill claims they appreciate views, but their shepherd does.
Until the chaos of breeding season arrives in 10 days, my sheep-related workload will be much smaller now that we’ve exhausted the farm’s grass. I’ll still bring food to the big dogs and water for everyone, but the twice-daily rituals of fence wrestling are over for now. That should mean that I can now devote more time to cutting and splitting firewood, organizing the barn, preparing wool for sale, marketing next year’s lambs, and a couple dozen other things, but I might just be a little unproductive for a few days.