The side of the big barn is one of the uglier spots on the farm — a wet hole that’s been collecting who-knows what for 18 years. I store discarded gates there that I’ve gathered from around the farm, and I always mean to clean it up. It’s also turned into the favorite hangout of the sheep in the Lawn-mowing Brigade.
At first I was worried that they might be stuck, but I’ve seen the rams go out to eat and return to their little slot. I wonder if the foundation wall gives them a cool refuge from the sun. But mostly I take it as a reminder that I don’t understand sheep yet.