I can’t get Churchill his breakfast fast enough.
At this point, the sheep have realized what trickery is afoot. I used feeding time to pen them into the small paddock to wait for Dr. Grover to come take some blood for routine testing.
Suspicious Alabama is suspicious.
Angry Bertie. She is not a fan of being handled. Or having blood drawn. Or the further injustice of getting a dose of wormer.
Aside from the bloodwork (to test for fairly common goat and sheep viruses) the flock has a clean bill of health. That’s enough for a happy Friday!