It’s been rainy off and on here (and supposed to be through the weekend). But unusually warm! Yesterday, when it started raining, Annabelle and Ebby, the new young ewe, were walking side by side. They passed straight by the open door of the goat house. Ebby sailed right in then looked around, confused. Annabelle had walked right on past, a heat-seeking missile headed for the barn along with Crazy. Sheep don’t like to be away from other sheep, so Ebby hightailed it out there to follow them, despite the fact that she’d been the smarter one to take the most immediate shelter. She was the last one in the barn.
I’ve noticed the sheep actually taking shelter more often than usual. I’m thinking it must be the finicky influence of the goats!
P.S. I’m kinda working like crazy right now trying to finish up final details on the craft and recipe sections of my book. I’ll be back!