With the ewes showing no signs of being bred there was no reason to keep them in the front pen anymore. The grass in the back was starting to really look a tad tall, so I made the decision to move them last night.

Perivale and little Ram were the first to head out. The halter was NOT popular. However, all the ladies figured out it was easier to deal with it and get back to the fresh grass. Darby, on the other hand, well. Let’s just say that boys are the worst.

“No, lady, the fresh grass doesn’t make up for the halter.”

There’s tons of work to be done (will there ever NOT be? Unlikely!), but I am falling in love with my little corner of the world all over again, and from the contented noises the flock was making, I’d say they are as well.